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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ BLAME IT ON THE BLACK STAR — hayakawa aki

summary . . . maybe aki’s in the wrong for all the mixed signals he sends you, but it’s your fault for always picking up the phone.

contents . . . f!reader, angst, complicated relationships, smoking, miscommunication, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, ambiguous ending, hurt/comfort i suppose — 5.6k

notes . . . this is my first time writing for aki so pls be nice i’m nervous hdjwjwk <33 i’m not all the way caught up w csm so it might be inaccurate idk

Aki calls you, sometimes, when he’s feeling lonely. You figure, by now, he must have your number memorized, with how frequently your phone ends up ringing.

Of course, you always pick up, knowing you shouldn’t, knowing it’ll just end up hurting. But you can’t help yourself, really. You’re incredibly weak for a man that you know will never commit his life to you. You learned that lesson a long time ago.

Still, you’re a fool who refuses to move on.

Instead, you stand, shivering in the cold in front of Aki’s door, waiting for him to answer it. The lights are off in the apartment — you have no idea where his new roommates are for the evening, but they clearly aren’t there. Aki wouldn’t have called you otherwise; you’re certain he doesn’t want anyone to know about the two of you, save for those that have known since the beginning.

Heavy footsteps pad across the floor, and then the lamp in the hallway flicks on, illuminating the threshold in a beam of yellow. The door unlatches, opening just a crack, as his blue eyes drift down to trail over you.

“You got here faster than I thought.”

“I’m freezing, Aki,” you say, pushing through the door. His palm falls away, rests at his sides. Its only eight o’clock, but he’s already in sweatpants, a loose sweatshirt hanging over his tall frame. Dark hair falls across his cheeks, still damp from his earlier shower.

“Sorry,” he says, shutting the door behind him. “I was in the bathroom.”

You don’t reply, and shrug your coat off instead, hanging it on the rack that is now full of jackets that don’t belong to him. But you’re barely able to get it onto the hook before Aki has a palm around your wrist, tugging you towards him, the smell of his body wash and shampoo lingering in a cloud around him.

A little welp of surprise leaves you as you spin around, nearly falling into his chest. Instead, you collide with his mouth, the heat already settling down on you as heavily as it always does when Aki is around.

He kisses you, long and hard, hungry for the taste of you, his head craned down to meet your height. For a moment, you let him. It’s sweet and familiar, all the things you’ve ever wanted.

In moments like these, you indulge in thoughts of a life where things are different. A life where Aki can greet you at the door, smile when you kiss him, instead of the pensive expression he always wears. A life where Aki doesn’t come home with new scars every few days, where he isn’t hell-bent on a goal you’re not sure he can ever achieve.

That dream of yours won’t ever become a reality, but it doesn’t stop you from savoring the taste of his mouth against your own — how much you’ve missed it, even when you shouldn’t.

When you’ve run out of air to breathe, you push him away, and Aki stands straight, blinking like he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong.

“Not even going to offer to make me dinner?” you ask, keeping him at a distance. Although you meant for it to sound playful, teasing, it comes off full of a bitter resentment. Your face is probably drawn up into a scowl, even if you can’t see it.

Aki blinks, rubbing his forearm. His lips part, then he shuts them, furrowing his eyebrows together. “You said you were cooking — over the phone, you said you’d already eaten.”

“Well, at least you remember that.”

Confusion spreads even further, tighter, stretching to every corner of his expression. Aki’s hands twitch listlessly at his side, just as his mouth does. “Are you upset with me?” he asks, and you know he’s smarter than that, that he might not be the most sensitive to others’ emotions, but he is certainly no fool when it comes to yours. “If you didn’t want to come over tonight, I wasn’t forcing you.”

A laugh almost escapes you — instead, you muster up a cool grimace. Like you aren’t going drop everything for Aki every time he says I don’t want to be alone tonight.

Really, it was laughable how tightly he had you in the palm of his hand, and you can’t fathom that he would think otherwise. You’ve always done whatever he needed; given him whatever he wanted.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the hospital?” you ask finally, swallowing back your annoyance as you gesture towards the bandage around his arm. It’s wrapped up tight, but the bandages are fresh, still a starched white.

His eyebrows tighten further. The air around him changes, even though his expression doesn’t. “Who told you about that?”

“Himeno.”

Aki purses his lips. “I didn’t realize you two were friends now.”

You did laugh then, shaking your head as you make your way into the living room, looking for any subtle changes in his apartment. There are new pairs of shoes that certainly don’t belong to him, a sweatshirt that looks about two sizes too small.

“I wouldn’t really say we’re friends,” you shrug, not bothering to look at him. The air in the room is somehow off-putting, and you take it in like it’s the first you’d ever seen of the place. “But how else am I supposed to find out if you’re still alive?”

You give him a sad little smile, and slowly, the irritation seeps out of his face, his shoulders slumping. He looks tired, then — far too old for a man that is still so young.

“It wasn’t that serious. I’m fine now, aren’t I?” Aki gestures to his arm, flails it wildly, as if to prove it’s still working properly. “Just a scratch.”

“It is serious. It’s serious to me,” you say, narrowing your eyes, and though his tone is warmer, he doesn’t smile at you, not like he used to. He maintains a vague air of surprise, while dampening any emotion that could cloud over his lack of understanding. It annoys you to no end, that he won’t let you see him.“I’m always worried about you, idiot. Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel about you.”

Aki blinks, then draws his lips together in a thin line, shaking his head. Although you were pointedly avoiding each other’s gazes, you could feel the tension drawing you together like a cord.

God, you missed him every time you were apart. You went to your regular job, thought all day about the man who would never love you like you loved him, wondering if he was okay, if he’d pick up the phone and call you again next week. Or if, one day, it would be Himeno instead, telling you that you’d never see him again — or, god forbid, Makima, with her careless tone of authority. That thought alone haunts you even with your eyes open.

But for now, it’s still Aki who calls you, and every time, you are overwhelming relieved to hear the sound of his voice again. Heavy tears always drop down your cheeks as you dig the phone into your ear, wishing that it was his mouth there instead, and wishing that those pretty blue eyes still looked at you with the same sort of softness they once had.

“I told you…” Aki begins sharply, but then he trails off, finally meeting your gaze. His features pinch once more, melodramatic, as he scans the sadness that you could never hide in your expression. “Damn it.” Car lights flash over his face through the window as someone drives past the apartment complex. The darkness of the room becomes even more evident when they disappear.

“I know,” you say, resigned, as you watch him scrub his hands over his face, and inhale heavily. It’s hard for you to keep your emotions from getting the best of you. “You’ve reminded me — many times. I know this doesn’t mean we’re back together. I know, Aki.”

His jaw parts, lips faltering at the beginning of a phrase. Despite his tall frame, he falters, looking so small, as sadness filters into the eyes that shine a deep navy in the shade of the evening. Beside him his fingers twitch, curling up into his palm, before he takes two long strides towards you.

The mere second it takes him to get there passes without your memory, and your back hits the door to his bedroom, softly, as he looms over you, fingers brushing your cheeks.

A thousand times you’ve been in this position, and it’s so familiar that your hand reaches up instinctively, splaying across his chest. Aki’s breaths leave him, deeply, expanding through his lungs before he exhales them across your cheekbones, oxygen splitting at the bridge of your nose. “What’s wrong?” you ask quietly, blinking up at him from under your lashes.

“That’s not what I meant.” His voice comes out on a hoarse whisper.

“Hm?” You dig your fingers into his sweatshirt, the material thick and warm. “What did you mean?”

Tenderly, his thumb brushes across the hollows of your cheek, the sharp bone that juts out. Aki’s fingertips are so rough and calloused, but that familiarity brings a sob out of you, your hands springing up to grab his wrists. “That I’m not fooling anyone,” Aki says, swallowing, eyes roaming all over your face. “That I can’t stay away from you, no matter how hard I try.”

Your lips part, but your breath is stolen away by another kiss, blanketing your mouth, warm and with an emotion that you’re certain you can taste. It takes you less than a moment for you to close your eyes, to relax into him as always, melt into his familiarity. The taste of the cigarettes he smokes lingers on his tongue, seeping deep into your own lungs.

As he bumps his nose with your own, you reach up, run your fingers through his hair, untangling all the knots that have accumulated since his shower. At the same time, Aki palms at the door behind you, not bothering to look up as he fumbles for the door handle, slipping it open.

Aki always kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it, struggling to unglue you from himself. He kisses you like he knows he’s going to leave again, and it might be for the very last time.

It’s a sickening emotion to live with, but you’ve accepted it all the same.

You ignore the feelings that never leave you alone when you’re with Aki, and stumble backwards into the room, feet catching under you. Although you nearly fall, Aki catches you, arms heavy around your waist, large palm spreading across your lower back.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, nearly carrying you to his bed. The two of you latch so tightly onto the other, that you will surely go tumbling down if either of you makes the wrong move. “I’ve never met anyone as pretty as you.”

“Aki,” you mumble, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear that.”

He stumbles, and you do fall onto the bed, then, his heavy body on top of you, landing with a thud. But he’s careful to catch himself, to tuck his arms into the space beside you, as he kisses across your cheeks, down your neck, to your chest.

“Why?” he asks into your skin, voice low and rough. “You don’t think you’re pretty?” his tone is dry, sarcastic. Aki’s fingers fumble with the zipper on your jeans, slipping your pants off faster than you can inhale a fresh set of air into your lungs. “Want me to prove it to you?”

Despite your lingering resentment, you crack a smile, shift your hips so he can pull your bottoms off completely. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall in love with me again?” you say off-handedly, running your hands along the edge of his shirt, before slipping cold fingers under it. His skin is hot there, abdomen soft, muscle just as lean as it was last week, but stronger than when you’d first met him.

Aki’s eyes soften. “Why would I be afraid of a thing like that?”

You don’t like the double meaning in his words, and you don’t want to read into it. Instead, you pull Aki back down to your mouth, hoping he’ll take and take from you, even though he’s always one to give. The one who calls you, who needs to be inside of you, but won’t worry about himself until you’ve come apart at least once.

“Feels like it’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” he says, pushing your thighs further apart, muttering the words against your lips. His fingers graze the outside of your panties, as you slowly begin to wet them with desire that burns hot in your stomach. “I missed you.”

You feel his smile curl as he kisses across your chest, around your collarbones, and you sit up far enough to slide your shirt off. Aki does the same — there are fresh scars on his body, healing wounds. You can’t look at them for too long, before grief rises up in you, mourning a man that is not yet dead.

“Whose fault is that?” you ask bitterly, pushing the top of his head to sink him to your thighs. Instead, he takes his time pressing his mouth around your belly, swirling his tongue just past your hips.

A sigh leaves you, and you sink deeper into the mattress, eyes blinking closed. He’s so slow, so deliberate with every movement, like he’s been waiting all of this time just to lose himself in you. Ridiculous, really, considering that he could have you at anytime, and he knows it.

You’d hate him for it, for stringing you along like this, but that would be hypocritical, really. You’re the fool that continues to play the game.

Aki ignores your passing comment, squeezing your thighs as his face drifts down your body. His hair brushes against your bare skin, still a bit damp, but so soft, the scent of his soap so familiar you could pick out the shampoo with your eyes closed.

“Want my fingers or my mouth first?” Aki whispers into the inside of your thigh, kissing the delicate skin there as he looks up at you from under thick, black lashes. They flutter over his cheekbones, the hollows of his eyes, and he’s so pretty… it’s no wonder you’re so far gone for him. “Since you’re in such a mood tonight, I’ll let you choose.”

There’s a tiny smirk on his face, and even though you’re about to answer, Aki takes it upon himself to kiss your cunt through your panties, the fabric sticking to your skin.

“A-aki,” you stutter, caught off-guard, fingers lacing through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. “You didn’t give me a chance to answer.”

He drags his tongue up your clothed cunt, wetting it even further, so you can’t tell if you’re soaked from his spit or your own arousal. “I picked instead. Like the way you moan when my mouth’s on you,” he says off-handedly, and heat rushes to your cheeks as you stare at the ceiling, still so shy when it comes to his dirty mouth. “No one’s here,” Aki continues, words vibrating against the bone, puffs of air drifting around your sensitive area. “Want you to be loud.”

A tiny laugh escapes you, but it is quickly stolen by a whimper as he sucks your clit into his mouth through the cotton of your underwear, an old pair that was anything but sexy. Although, you’ve known Aki for so long, been with him for so long, there’s never any reason to try and impress him.

“Feels good,” you say, closing your eyes as you rest on the pillow. Aki pushes his tongue against your hole, teasing. His fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your thighs, keeping them from locking around his head as you search for more friction. Your chest rises and falls with the heat of your breathing, but Aki doesn’t let you rub yourself against his tongue, doesn’t let you move much, really. “Aki,” you whine, and though there are times when he doesn’t let you get your way, this isn’t one of them.

“So impatient,” he says cheekily, but he slips your panties to the side, your cunt vulnerable to the frigid winter air. You shiver, and he sinks his tongue into you completely, the heat of it warming you as he swirls it inside, spreading you further open with his fingers.

Your body grows hot all over when Aki thrusts his tongue in and out of your aching walls, your juices seeping onto his tongue. He moves slowly, savoring every moment that you’re in his bed, even as you try to arch into him, speed him up so that you can orgasm faster. He’s right: you are impatient, because it’s been days since you’ve last felt him inside of you, and nothing feels as good as Aki’s thick fingers and cock.

His nose bumps your clit as he drags his tongue in a thick stripe up your cunt. A moan leaves you, and without thinking, you jerk your hips up, forcing them towards his face. The sound from your chest is so lewd, and you’ll feel shy about how loud you were later, but all you can think about is his mouth on you.

Aki smiles, kisses the inside of your thigh. When he lifts his head, the ache inside you burns deeper, the sight of him with saliva and fluid dripping down his chin almost too much for you to handle. “Taste so good,” he hums, massaging the skin around your knees, hoisting your calves up over his shoulder blades. “Think you can cum from just my tongue, baby? You’re so pent up, I don’t think you can last much longer.”

You whimper, pressing your heels into his back as Aki’s tongue resumes lapping up your cunt, long and hot, massaging the most sensitive spots inside of you. You can tell he’s hard, aching as he shifts his hips awkwardly, trying not to press them in the bed.

Aki picks up his speed, head bobbing slightly as the heat insides of you builds; normally, you would’ve lasted longer, but you can’t remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself, and your most recent orgasm must have been with Aki.

You don’t tell him when you’re close, but he already knows, sucking harder on your clit as you finally come, body jerking into him, walls spasming. Your eyes squeeze shut, and his name leaves your lips much quieter than he would’ve liked.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Aki says, tugging off his sweatpants, the only layer between you and his cock. His dark hair is slightly mussed from your fingers, the way you’d pulled at him, tried to guide him where you wanted him, even if he already knew. “So easy for you to get me hard, you know that?” His cock is leaking at the tip, desperate for release, and you haven’t even touched him yet. “Just the thought of you spread out like this is enough.”

A desperate whine leaves you, and you reach behind, unclasping the straps of your bra, the last remaining garment between you and Aki. He grins at that, his canines so sharp, teeth a little crooked, but the prettiest smile you’d ever seen because you see it so rarely.

“Gonna play with those pretty tits while I fuck you, baby?”

“Fuck, Aki, please,” you groan, reaching for him, pulling his mouth to your own. You kiss him hard, hoping that he knows you love him, and hoping that he feels guilty about that fact. “Want you inside me. God, I need you so bad.”

He presses his forehead to your own, lining his cock up with your entrance, the head prodding at your gaping walls. You get so sensitive, even from just one orgasm, that you wince a little bit. But the uncomfortable feeling eases as he presses into you, kisses you sweetly.

“Fuck, fuck,” Aki groans, biting down hard on your shoulder. “God, you’re so wet, so warm. You feel so good around my cock, baby. Such a pretty girl for me.”

Your nails dig into his back as he slides, slowly, out of you, before he thrusts back in, still not rough enough for your liking. Aki’s hair falls around his face, his mouth parting just a bit, focus dilating his irises. His biceps flex as he holds himself off the bed, snapping his hips into your aching cunt.

“H-harder,” you mumble, trying not to shout, to moan too loudly into the open air of the evening. Aki’s walls are far too thin, and his neighbors know who you are. The last thing you want is for them to see you as Aki’s fuck-buddy that moans like a bitch in heat. “Please, sweetheart.”

Aki groans, a deep sound that reverberates all the way from his chest down to his stomach. The affectionate name twists something up in him, and Aki thrusts his hips faster, kisses your forehead, your cheeks, any part of your skin that he can get his mouth on. His hair tickles your jaw, nose nudging against your face as he mumbles into your skin, “so needy, aren’t you? I want to take my time with you, and you just want to get off.”

“Can’t help it, Aki,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you buck your hips upward. “God, you feel so good, I lo—”

You stop the words from leaving your mouth, but Aki already knows. He’s known it for a while now, and you should be embarrassed by the fact that you can’t let him go.

Wide blue eyes stare back at you, full of something you can’t define, but still so soft as he pulls away. He draws you closer, slides your legs around his hips before pinning your own to the bed with large, heavy palms. Aki’s built with all lean muscle, and he’s so tall — so much taller than you that it’s easy to forget because he treats you so gently. Still, he blankets your body, makes you feel small in the nicest way.

Because you know that even though he can never commit his love to you, he’d never let anything — human or devil — lay a finger on you. You love him, you love him, you love him.

Aki follows your wishes, sinks faster inside of you as you exhale heavily. Your nails dig into his back so tightly that you start to worry you’ll break the skin. But Aki loses himself in the feeling of you, panting into your chest as he moves his hips.

“F-fuck,” he mutters, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not going to last long inside you like this. Maybe I should slow down—”

“No, no, I’m close,” you stumble over your words, meeting Aki’s intense eyes, a thousand emotions relayed in them as he blinks at you. “It’s okay.”

“God,” he mutters, whispers the word between you, even though you’re certain he hasn’t believed in him for a while, and you’re not sure you do either. “I don’t deserve you.”

You wonder if Aki meant to say that at all, so you let it go, let the words exist between you as if they were never there at all.

His palm guides it’s way across your stomach, the touch featherlight, before he reaches for your breast, thumb flicking across your nipple. The nail catches, and you moan, almost there once more. Aki’s cock hitting all the right places, so much better than your own fingers.

“Aki,” you say his name over and over, your mind going numb from thinking about him.

“I know,” Aki mutters against your lips, hot air ghosting across them on his exhale. “You’re okay. Let go for me, baby. Did so good for me, want you to cum on my cock.”

His voice, so deep and rough in your ears, sends you over the edge, and a sound forces its way up your throat as you clench down on him, your cunt spasming from your orgasm. It hits you harder than you’d been anticipating, legs squeezing around Aki’s hips as you dig your toes into the mattress.

“There we go,” Aki wipes your hair away from your face, kissing your temples, so gently that you think you might cry. It’s not fair for him to be so sweet, so loving when you know he’s going to kick you out of his apartment before the night is over. “My pretty girl. Shit,” Aki mumbles, cursing lowly before pulling out of you, quick, and spilling into his palm. It takes him less than a stroke down the length of his cock, the thick cum spurting out, falling onto your hips, beside you on the mattress.

It’s not your mess to clean, though, and you can’t bring yourself to care. Breathing heavily, you watch Aki fumble for something on his nightstand, before he gives up, wiping his wet hand on the already soiled bedsheets. Then, he collapses down onto his side, staring, watching your chest rise and fall.

“Aki,” you say, turning away from his eyes to stare at the ceiling, the cracked plaster, stained from water leaks. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Silence falls across the room, and you can’t bear to look at him, refusing to see the indifference on his face. There’s nothing, he says nothing, before sitting back up, shuffling through the nightstand once more.

The beams of streetlights sway against his silhouette, encased in a beautiful swirl of purple and navy hues. His hair seems an even darker curtain, coiling around his jaw as he hides from you, hides the emotion that was less than evident on his face.

You sigh, and flip back on your side.

Aki takes a few drags of the cigarette, puffing them into the stale air. It reeks, probably, in the tiny bedroom, but all you can smell is the tangy scent of Aki’s soap, the lavender that lingers on his skin, the cleanness of the linens that have been recently washed. This apartment, sometimes, feels more like home than your lonely one does, even though being with Aki is almost like being on your own, sometimes.

“Those things are going to kill you,” you say under your breath, still fascinated by the way the smoke draws deep into his lungs, puffs out in a cloud, relaxes him easily. His veiny palms flex, long, slender fingers holding the cigarette between them.

Aki doesn’t laugh, but it’s close to one, a snort almost, as he breathes again. “Not like I’ll be alive much longer, anyway.”

“You sound like Himeno.”

“Do I?”

You sniff, and scoot up against the wall, sitting beside him. Despite your argument, you take the cigarette from him, smoke it yourself, and place your lips around the exact place where Aki’s had been. He watches with the same rapt fascination, blinking slowly, before staring at the ceiling as you had before.

It’s Himeno he should be with now, really. Another Devil Hunter. A woman he can fuck without getting his feelings all mixed up, someone who probably understands him better than you do. He’s never loved her like he loved you, and she wouldn’t take offense to it either, you think.

But it’s you he calls instead. It’s you who is too weak to leave.

“I’m sorry,” Aki whispers.

“So am I.”

You reach across him, press the cigarette into the ashtray and drop what’s left of it amongst the other ends. Aki’s fingertips dance along your spine as you do so, and you wish he wouldn’t touch you, wish he’d just kick you out of the bed, toss you out of the apartment, spit at you like you weren’t anything but a whore.

Instead, he kisses your shoulder, draws you in close, curls his tall frame around your body, and drags you back down into the bed.

It hurts more than you want to admit, because this is what you want. You’d truly go the rest of your life, never have sex with him again, if he’d always hold you like you meant something to him.

“I need to go home,” you say, remembering that you still haven’t eaten dinner, that you’d left your things in disarray, your clothes unfolded on your bed. There was never a reason to before, because with Aki, you’d always go home, just before the last train. You’d be tucked into your bed that same evening after a nice shower. “Aki…”

“Stay.” He kisses your collarbone and shoulder again, throws his thigh over your own, and traps you against his body. “Please stay. You can wear that T-shirt of mine you like so much. I’ll make you breakfast. You can meet Power and Denji, and then I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.”

You swallow, damning your weak-willed heart for succumbing so easily. Fingers curl around his wrists as you bask in his embrace, how warm he is, despite normally running so cold. “Aki,” you whisper again, tears welling along your eyelashes. “You can’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?” His voice is just as quiet as your own, and he’s still kissing you, holding you like you’re something precious. But he is surely not that stupid about your feelings, to how he has been tearing you apart for the past year, even though you let him.

You sniff, trying not to cry, never wanting to embarrass yourself, even if you have sobbed in his arms on numerous occasions. “You must know that I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. Even if I marry someone after you die, I’m certain your name will still be etched into the chains on my heart. I’m just a stupid, dumb girl.”

He says nothing, and you do cry, then, tears streaming down your face as you twist away, stare out the curtained window, the thin fabric fluttering from the heat that kicks on.

“Please don’t call me anymore. Just let me hurt for awhile, so I can get over you. You’re so selfish, so selfish, why can’t I just move on?” You bury your face in your hands, wipe your tears, try to fight against him as he pulls you into his strong chest, kisses the top of your head. Still, even then, even when you want to hate him, you’re putty in his heads, melting and craving the place in his arms that feels like home.

“I can’t let you go,” Aki says, wiping your tears. “Fuck, I can’t — I need you. Do you understand? I need you, and I know I’m a selfish piece of shit, but I don’t want you to move on.” He frowns, clenching his jaw, twisting his expression up. “I’ll be better.”

“Aki—”

“I’ll love you like you need, honey. I thought,” Aki scrubs his palm over his face, the other still stroking across your back. “I thought it’d make it easier, all this distance between us, to let you go. I can’t put you in danger, but I can’t stop loving you either.”

You inhale sharply, leaning your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, committing the harmony to your memory. Who knows how much longer it will be in there, how much longer Aki will allow it to exist before he destroys himself completely.

“Aki, you’ll never love me like I need, because you’ll always put your work first,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut. “I realized that a long time ago.”

He shifts, pushing you away so you could look each other in the eye, the astounding resoluteness in his irises. How serious he was about trying to be someone he was not. “I can try.”

You sob.

And you wish you could just say no; say no and walk away, forget his name, never answer the phone again, never call Himeno to check up and make sure he’s still breathing.

But you can’t — it’ll never be that easy.

Pushing him away, you rest your head back on the pillow, trying to make yourself comfortable as you turn your back to him. Perhaps, the morning will give you clarity. You’ll stay, but you’re not sure for how long.

“I’m tired.”

Aki curls against you, rests his arm around your hip, kisses your neck, cheek, temple. “Okay,” he relents, holding you close, chest pressed against your spine. “I meant what I said about breakfast. Maybe we can talk about it then?”

You want to say no, but you won’t. He’ll kiss you in the morning, and you’ll kiss him back. Settle on your knees and give him a blowjob while he’s still groggy, before slipping on his T-shirt, chattering off his ear as he makes you breakfast. You’ll probably even curl your arms around his stomach from behind, stand on you tiptoes to reach the space between his shoulder blades.

Power and Denji will come home at some point, and probably say something rude, as Aki says they do to everyone. Then you’ll go home, and you’ll still be in love with him, and Aki will forget the conversation even happened, because he’ll say anything to get you to stay.

Or, maybe, he’s being honest. Maybe he will love you like you want him to.

Less than likely.

“Okay, Aki,” you agree, too tired to argue or acknowledge the emptiness in your stomach. “We’ll talk about it in then.”

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mushies-stories · 10 months

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Desperate 18+ drabble.

Aki and Denji come home and desperately need you.

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie

SMUT BELOW

Aki

The moment you heard the door open you went to greet Aki, he had been away for days and all you wanted was to be in his arms again. “Welcome home Aki!” you smiled as he wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Missed you too.” he mumbled into your hair, not letting his hold on you loosen.

“Aki? Something the batter?” you questioned. He only nodded but kept his hold still. “Is there a reason you won't let me go? I want a kiss.” you said, trying to wiggle free. With a soft huff Aki’s hands came down to rest on your hips, he looked down at your eyes darker than normal and he looked tired. “You okay? You looked tired.” he said with concern.

“More than tired, but there is something more important than that on my mind right now.” he said and before you could question what he meant he was leaning down and connecting your lips as he guided your back against the wall. The kiss started out gentle but quickly turned feverish, needy. As his tongue explored your mouth he began to softly grind into your core. His cock already hard in his pants, restricted and twitching as he attempted to ease it with the little friction. Pulling away for air Aki leaned his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes. “I can't wait, I need you baby, need to fuck your perfect pussy.” he confessed, face tinted red and eyes blown with lust.

Your own face beginning to redden, being fucked by Aki as soon as he got home? It wasn't like you were going to say no. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes and started to undo his belt for him. However that basically just triggered him into action. Gripping your thighs he picked up and stepped into the kitchen then set you on the small counter top. Undoing the rest of his pants he almost hissed when his throbbing cock made contact with the air. You felt the wetness in your pussy begin to pool in your panties at the sight.

Aki held his cock in one hand as he slid your dress up around your waist. “Spread your legs for me baby.” he commanded and you obeyed. When he saw the spot of arousal staining your panties his cock twitched in his hold. Moving your panties aside he ran the head of his cock through your folds before sinking the head of his cock into your waiting hole. “So good to me baby, dripping and ready for me.” he praised as his cock slowly sank into you, bottoming out.

Aki could only manage to wait for you to adjust before he lost it, no longer able to hold his composer he fucked into you at a desperate pase. He held your hips so firm you were sure to see the marks in the morning. “Aki aaahaa~ so good, so full.” you babbled, head spinning from how deep and hard his cock is fucking into you, arms around his neck to keep yourself upright.

Aki almost let out a deep groan when your legs came to wrap tightly around his hips, forcing him even deeper. His head was in the crook of your neck with his eyes squeezed shut, wanting to feel your sweet walls milk him. He thankfully didn't have to wait long as your walls began to flutter around him and a loud breathy moan graced his ears. “That's it, cum for me, cum on my cock baby.” he encouraged. Your legs locked around him as you came, holding him deep as your pussy clamped around him. Your sweet sounds mixed with his desperate breathing filled the air as his seed spilled into your still twitching cunt. His cock fully seated in your hole you felt so full you could only lay your head back against the cabinets and hold into Aki for grounding as you caught your breaths.

You smiled as Aki slowly looked up at you, a hint of a blush still gracing his cheeks. You took his pony out and watched his hair fall around his face. His cock still stuffed in your pussy slowly softend. He leaned back and came to stroke the hair away from your sticky face. He loved the face you made when he finally pulled out. Brows knitting together and a pout forming on your lips. “Oh don't pout, I'm just getting started.” Aki ashered you with a devilish grin.

Denji

Denji had a particularly rough few days. Back to back mission with Kishibe had left him drained and ready to just come home and be in your sweet embrace.

Groggily he walked into the small apartment and stumbled through the dark hallway to your room. It was late and you were probably fast asleep. He slowly opened your door and slid in, being careful to not make a sound when he shut the door behind him, the room was partially illuminated by moonlight. Throwing his shirt over his head and to the ground he pushed the covers back and slid in behind you. You stirred at the weight and turned around when you felt his arms snaking around you.

“Denji.” he could hear the sweet smile in your voice as you cuddled into him, head on his chest and a leg coming up to tangle in his. “Denji, I missed you so much.” you said sleepily with a small kiss to his jaw.

That made Denjis dick twitch in his jeans. You always made him flustered with your sweet words and gestures and being away from you for so long didn't help. He leaned his head down and brought a hand up to tilt your head up to meet him, his lips pulled you into a quick needy kiss before he pulled away with a soft groan. “Baby, you always make me need you, I've been away for sooo long now I'm all hard…” he said dramatically, secretly meaning it. His cock was growing tight in his jeans with you simply being so close. When you giggled at his dramatics he flipped you enough so he was leaning over you and between your legs. He leaned down and nipped at your neck while grinding into your clothes pussy. “See baby? You do this to me so easily.” he confessed with a soft sigh at the friction.

Your own mind is slowly becoming hazy as his touch overwhelmed your still tired brain. You easily got lost in his touch, his teeth grazing and sucking your neck. You slowly slid your hands between your bodies and tugged at the hem of his jeans. “Denji, help.” you asked shyly for him to take his pants off.

Needing no more prompting than that he was undoing his jeans enough to let his cock spring out, erect and ready. He slides your shorts down and throws them to the ground before coming back to you and connecting your lips again in a heated kiss. He wasted no time in sinking into your pussy. You were thankful Denji made you wet so easily, you didn't want to wait either. You moaned into the kiss as Denji rocked his hips into at a steady pace, letting you both adjust. Releasing your lips he picked up his speed and fucked into you with pure desperation.

You slid a hand down to your clit and rubbed small fast circles, letting sweet soft moans of praise out as Denji leaned his head in the crook of your neck. “Denji, soo good. Plee~ease faster Denji-Aah.” you moaned and begged for him and spurring him on. His hips snapped into you relentlessly, his soft groans and shaky breaths sending tingles to your core and causing your pussy to clench around his cock.

“Fuck, baby im goi-going to cum.” Denji almost whined.

“Me t-to, Denji so good!” you babbled as his thrust never slowed down, his cock hitting deep and soon you were filled with a warm liquid that sent you over the edge. Whimpering and holding onto Denji you arched back, moans and whimpers falling from the two of you.

It took you both a moment to catch your breaths before Denji could move and pull himself out of you. you whined and closed your legs immediately. “What's wrong, does it hurt?” Denji is confused at the reaction, he's never come inside of you before but tonight his need overtook him. He hadn't even thought about pulling out tell he was already dumping his load into your tight pussy.

You shook your head and let out a soft giggle. “No it feels so good in me, I don't want it to leak out.” you admitted.

And like that Denji was ready for round two or three.

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LISTEN. ENEMIES W/ BENEFITS. WITH AKI. 🫢🫢🫢🐑

(spicy 20 I fink)

sheep my dear it's good to have you back and omg yes. it's been a while two days since i wrote for Aki♡

20 — You're enemies with benefits (TW: roughplay)

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: degrading, hair pulling, rough sex, fiend reader

"That's all ya got, Hayakawa?" you huffed out, looking over your shoulder to see Aki's frown deepen.

With a strong hand he pushed your head back into the pillows, his hips snapping against yours at a relentless pace. "Shut your mouth you damn mutt"

"Oh yea. Mouth shut and legs wide open for ya, just how you like it, right?" you taunted and Aki wanted nothing more but to wipe that shit eating grin off your face. You had a foul mouth, even for a fiend, but he couldn't deny you were right– ever since the two of you were paired up by Makima you've been nothing but an insolent, obnoxious brat.

Still, Aki felt drawn to you as if by an inexplicable force. He hated how he couldn't take his eyes off of your frame when you sauntered around his apartment in your skimpy clothes, how his pants tightened whenever you were around. It was straight up infuriating, especially since you did your best to tease him about his urges at every opportunity.

During the day he acted civil, pushing his pent up frustrations in the back of his mind, playing the part of the dutiful patrol partner, but the nights were his time to let it all out, to put you back in your place.

"You're damn right, that's how I like it" he spoke in a ragged voice, the words coming out in short, breathy grunts. Your mind was spinning from the punishing rhythm he set but it felt so damn good when his tip hit your sweet spot, making your vision go blank. "A-aki" you whined, earning a harsh slap on your ass.

"Who said you could use my name, slut?" he scoffed, his hips halting flush against yours as he grabbed a handful of your hair and forced your head to the side, making you face him and shit– he wasn't ready for the look you gave him.

Your eyes were glazed over, a lewd, daring expression etched onto your features. You eyed him down with hunger as you kneaded the fat of your ass with a hand, almost taunting him, urging him to keep ravishing you and Aki felt his cock throbbing inside your snug walls.

And oh you felt it too, he knew you did for the mocking smile on your lips only widened "I don't need your fucking permission to call you by your name, Aki"

The man's own lips curled into a smile at your daring words and he let out an incredulous chuckled, resuming his thrusts. With the steady rhythm he set it didn't take you too long to reach your highs.

"Aki– Aki– Akii—" you babbled out, your walls spasming and clamping down on his length oh so nicely but god, the sound of your high-pitched moans was what threw him over the edge. Spilling himself inside you, Aki huffed out heavy breaths, pulling you up by your hair so he could whisper in your ear.

"You win, brat. Have it your way– It's Hayakawa for work, and Aki when you cum all over my cock"

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thehusbandoden · 7 months

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'Us Time' -Dad!Todoroki Shoto x Mom!Reader

A/n: once again I have no freaking clue what to do for the title. I meant to make y/n and Shoto stressed out and stiuff but it's just fluff :)

A/n 2: this is a bit old but decided to finally post it.

General info:

Genre: fluff/ slice of life // wc: 854

Summary: Shoto is tired of barely having any time with you, so he proposes an idea to get you for himself for an entire week.

"Mama! Mama!"

A voice called, causing you to groan.

"Mama~ it's light outside! Up time!"

Rubbing your eyes, you squint to see your four and a half year old jumping at the side of your bed, h/c locks bouncing up and down.

"C'mhere baby, it's still time to sleep some more." You yawn, reaching your arms out to your youngest.

"No! Sister and brother are up!"

"Oh- are they really?"

"Mhm! Sister says come get you!"

Sighing, you squeeze Shoto's arm that was wrapped around you, trying to let him let go.

"C'mon Sho, the kids need me." You whisper, turning around to play with his mismatched hair.

Whining at the thought of letting you go, Shoto hugged you tightly before slipping his arms down to his side.

"Aki, why don't you go snuggle dada while I go get your siblings ready?" You ask, kissing Shoto's forehead before sliding out of bed, picking Aki up.

Giggling, Aki gave you a kiss on the cheek before hurrying to crawl next to her dad, making him smile warmly.

"I love you both!" You call, already heading towards your twins' rooms.

"Yuki, honey? Are you up?"

Sofltly knocking on the door, you open it to see her room empty.

Assuming that both of them were awake, you wandered to the living room, where they were fighting.

"No! We can not wake up mom! She stayed up late last night!" Daiki whisper-shouted, grey eyes glaring at his twin sister, Yuki.

"But I'm hungry, and we have school today! She can nap when we go to school!" Yuki bit back, face as neutral as her dad's despite her harsh words.

"N-"

"Shhh it's okay, Daiki." You comfort, wrapping your eldest in a hug, petting his head to help soothe him. "You're sweet, but Yuki's right. I need to be awake to take care of you two."

"Bu-"

"No buts! I love taking care of you. If you didn't wake me up I'd be sad that you had to do it all on your own."

"Yuki, thank you for having Aki wake me up."

Yuki simply shrugged, back to her I-don't-care demeanor inherited from her dad. Just like Shoto, you knew that she did care, but she just hid the majority of her emotions. Luckily you had enough experience with Shoto that you knew how and when she needed you, and you were always ready to support her.

"Okay, who's ready for breakfast?" You smile, causing Daiki to smile back at you and Yuki's e/c eyes to shine a bit brighter.

"Love, do you know where my boots are?" Shoto called, causing you to roll your eyes fondly.

"Yeah, they're in our closet! If they're not there check in Aki's!"

"Thanks babe." Shoto smiled, walking over to you to press a kiss to your temple, hand resting on your hip.

"Mhm" you purr, leaning into your husband's touch.

"What do you think about a vacation?" Shoto mused, leaning down to pull on his hero boots.

"That won't really work with the twins schedule for anther few months-"

"I meant for the two of us."

Your breath caught in your throat as Shoto wrapped you in an embrace from behind, pressing a few kisses against your shoulder blades and neck.

"What abou-"

"Fuyumi or mom can take care of the kids. We haven't had us time in months, I miss you."

"I- I don't know Shoto.. that seems like a lot to ask. Plus what about work?"

"Those are just minor details, Love. Do you want to take a week off with me or not?"

"Of course I do but-"

"Then it's settled, I'll get everything prepared for let's say- next month?"

"Okay but-"

"Love, don't worry about it, and just let me handle it." Shoto purred, spinning you around to face him as he kissed your lips sweetly.

"Okay." You sigh, smiling into the kiss.

"I can't wait to have some us time." Shoto sighed, leaning his forehead on yours. "You've been so busy being an awesome mom and I've been working."

"Mhm, it'll be nice." You sigh, wrapping your arms around Shoto's waist.

"Speaking of-"

"Can you flirt elsewhere? We kinda wanna eat without your lovey dovey stuff going on." Daiki grumbled, hugging Aki close to him to shield her eyes.

"We're just hugging." Shoto chuckles, moving towards his kids with a fondness only you and your little family got to see.

"But-"

"Daiki, you mama needed a hug from her husband. Are you really going to be upset about that?"

Daiki immediately shook his head no, guilt clawing at him for interrupting your comfort.

"I'm sorry mama! Here, my hugs are better than dad's anyways!" Daiki apologized, sticking his tongue out at Shoto before wrapping you in a hug.

"Me too! I wanna hug!" Aki exclaimed, jumping onto Shoto's leg.

Lifting Aki up into his arms, Shoto guided Yuki towards you before enveloping the four of you in a hug, causing you to giggle.

After a minute or so Yuki squirmed away, closely followed by Daiki.

"Mom, you burnt the eggs." Yuki sighed.

"Oh shoot-"

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m-ayo-o · 8 months

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18+ // alcohol consumption drunken night out with Aki Hayakawa wc 720 selfshiptember; 7

The night begins at a simple but welcoming ramen restaurant, the last thing seared into your brain being the shout of “cheers!!” clinking glasses with everybody around the table.

You order more food, loads more drinks, then head to bars and clubs, finally ending up at some house party with Aki. You can’t find anyone else, so you stick to him like glue, not wanting to get lost in the chaos.

After having your fill of alcohol for the night month, feeling numb from all the dancing, you grab Aki and pull him into the hallway, “can we–” you’re barely audible over the noise, “can we go home!?”

He nods and takes your hand as you stumble to the nearest train station.

You find yourselves turned around in the underground labyrinth, but you hop onto a train eventually, hopefully heading in the right direction.

Both of you near enough slump onto the sunken seats like they’re the most comfortable cushion in the world, your heads lolling to the side, collapsing into each other in your intoxicated state.

“Too much– beer” Aki groans.

“I knowww,” you moan back, “my head’s… spinning”

You grip onto each other when the train starts moving, feeling suddenly startled then bursting into fits of giggles.

But neither of you pull away, only cuddling into each other further during your ride home.

You’re far too drunk to walk, your phone’s dead, so Aki insists that you stay over while drunkenly setting up a camp bed for himself on the floor.

“Aki, Aki, sstop–” you slur out, “I’ll stay– if, if you come sleep in here– with me?” You bargain, frowning at each hiccup that interrupts you.

His expression shifts, looking hesitant, then he climbs up onto his bed and sits next to you.

“Help–” you start trying to lift up your dress, attempting to discard the smoke tinged, beer sodden garment before you sleep, “get this off!” you huff with defeat, your arms flopping down again. It’s just too tight and wet.

Aki sighs and unceremoniously pulls your dress over your head, throwing it away as you’re left in your underwear. He joins you shortly, stripping off his jeans and shirt, climbing in as you pull him in for a cuddle.

You’re just so comfortable with each other– he’s seen you in bikinis and underwear so many times now you’re not even shy.

But you’re starting to feel like you should be when you feel something hard poking between your thighs.

You can’t help but giggle, arching your neck round to give him a snarky comment, but you find his eyes closed.

The devil hunter is sleeping.

You watch him for a second, admiring his peaceful expression.

Then sleep calls for you as well as you enjoy his warm embrace, feeling thankful for your reliable friend.

You’re awoken in a lightheaded and dreamy state, the unfamiliar bedroom swirling into your vision, suddenly overcome with panic.

Where the fuck am I?

As soon as the thought crosses your mind you already realise you’re at Aki’s, noticing the familiar clock on the wall, his bedsheets… his arm… wrapped around your… naked? waist?

Shit.

You lift the blanket, finding that you’re at least still wearing your thong.

You don’t feel like you had sex.

You’d know if you had sex with Aki… right?

You feel his hand twitching, grabbing at your waist as you shuffle around, agitating him.

“We didn’t.” he mutters against your back and pulls you closer.

A relieved smile washes over your face. Fuck knows what would’ve happened if you and Aki had sex last night. You wouldn’t have used protection, that’s for sure, and you were honestly so drunk one of you would’ve probably ended up injured.

He hears you giggle quietly as you grip onto his arm, staying in bed for a while longer as you both wake up and recount the night slowly.

You have a peaceful morning together, nursing each other’s hangovers, taking turns in the bath, borrowing a spare set of his pyjamas, then heading to the kitchen.

Aki prepares some coffee and breakfast, serving them up at the small wooden table in the living room. You enjoy the simple meal then step out onto the balcony, feeling the breeze and indulging in a sobering cigarette.

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ayyy-pee · 1 year

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Two Doors Down

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Black! Female Reader

Summary: You’re intoxicating to Aki in a way he’s not familiar with, a way that makes some strange sensation bloom in his chest. The same one that freaked him out enough for him to end things with you. Hours upon hours spent drinking the finest liquors couldn’t make Aki as drunk as he is on you whenever he’s in your presence.

In which Aki finds himself reflecting on his past decisions involving a certain neighbor.

Genre: Neighbor AU

Word Count: 7.6k

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Pining Aki Hayakawa, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Reader is a black female reader who uses she/her pronouns!

Art by: NIRI

Ao3 Link: Two Doors Down

It’s too fucking loud in here.

It’s the only thought running through Aki’s head as he toys with the nearly finished cigarette between his fingers. He stares intently at the ash dangling from the end before he flicks it into the ashtray sitting on the bartop in front of him. It’s busy tonight, not too crowded but enough people that it’s a little overwhelming to him. The bump of the music’s bass rattles through Aki’s chest as he takes a sip of his drink. He’s not too big on alcohol, never has been…until recently. Suddenly, he’s been finding himself rather enjoying the burn of the bourbon he’s chosen as his go to liquor.

He has a good guess as to when he started taking up drinking. An easy way to escape the reality he’s created for himself. A reality full of loneliness. It’s his own fault, really. He’d made his choice and now he has to accept the daily humdrum that is now his life. Everyday is mundane. They go like this: Aki wakes up, gets dressed, packs lunch for himself and his siblings, goes to work and then rushes to the bar to forget that when he gets home, everyone will be asleep and he’ll be crawling into bed alone as always.

But, as dull as his life has become, it’s also a relief for Aki. He likes control, likes knowing what the next step is. He doesn’t mind chaos, though he’d prefer not to deal with it. He’d like everything to have a plan. So when Aki gets up in the morning, he knows exactly what he’s wearing, knows what he’s packing for lunch, knows exactly what time he’ll be running out to his car, knows exactly when he’ll be setting his things down in his office and he knows exactly what he’ll be ordering when he slides into his stool at the bar after work.

His coworkers laugh raucously behind him, the sudden burst of sound penetrating the bubble Aki has suddenly surrounded himself in. He takes a final drag of his cigarette before he ashes it and spins in his seat to face his colleagues.

The conversation is smooth, funny, even lifting Aki’s spirits as he lets himself finally get out of his own head.

“What do you think of Himeno, Aki?” One of his coworkers asks and Aki can see the shit eating grin he’s trying to hide behind his glass as he drinks.

Aki shrugs. “She’s nice, I suppose.”

One of his other colleagues chimes in. “Yeah, but what do you think of her? Like, looks wise.”

“Oh,” Aki says. He thinks about it for all of two seconds before he answers. “She’s cute. Not really my type, though.”

“You have a type?” One coworker asks, sounding surprised.

Aki rolls the ice around in his drink, allowing himself to remember what exactly his type was: Someone who lived just two doors down. An absolute beauty, with a head full of thick curls he loved to bury his nose in. Breathing in the sweet scent of pomegranate and honey. Soft, plush lips pressed against his own, trailing down his neck, down his chest, and further. Him leaving open mouth kisses across the smooth brown skin he couldn’t get enough of. His hands gripping luscious thighs, bringing them to wrap around his waist as he made love to the soft body of the woman he loved beneath him. If he were being honest with himself, that was still his type. It’s been some time since he’d let himself think about this, let himself remember what he let go of and lost, think about you.

He sighs, reaching into his pocket and fishing out his pack of cigarettes. He pulls a stick out and sits it between his lips before he brings his lighter up to his mouth. The flame burns the end of the cigarette as Aki sucks in a breath, successfully lighting. He takes a drag, holding the breath in and letting it burn through his lungs. The sting of the smoke hurts less than the thought of the memories currently assaulting him. It doesn't help much, but it helps enough that he can tuck those memories to the back of his mind for a bit and get back to the present to answer his colleagues previous question.

“I do have a type,” he replies. “And this may come as a shock, but Himeno is not it.”

Another one of his colleagues snorts. “Well shit, if you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”

Aki sips his drink, shrugging again. “Good luck with that.”

His coworkers are alright. Decent company when they want to be. They’re never talking about anything of substance, which Aki appreciates most of the time. He’s always thinking too much, working himself up to the point that he hyper focuses on whatever is on his mind and then he spirals. Always in his head, everyone around him none the wiser. It’s embarrassing. It’s why he likes to keep all the little pieces of his life in order, why he likes to be in control.

The music in the bar picks up, the tempo and bass increasing and Aki realizes it’s getting late. It’s late enough that the bar is shifting more into a club atmosphere, the dance floor starting to fill with patrons. Aki isn’t particularly interested in sticking around for this, (he never was much of a dancer) so he makes to turn and close his bar tab until he hears his coworker whistle.

“Oh, shit. Who is that?” One of his other colleagues gasps. He’s pointing across the bar, to the entrance where a couple has just walked in. A tall man strides in, his arm wrapped around the woman next to him. He’s got a face that is totally forgettable to Aki because all he can focus on is the arm wrapped around the woman next to him and that woman being you.

You’re clearly on a date and Aki…well, Aki doesn’t know how he feels about it. Surprised? Annoyed? Angry? He doesn’t have a right to feel any of those things, in all honesty.

The space feels so much smaller as his eyes track you. It’s been a while since Aki has seen you, really seen you. You two tend to avoid each other as much as you can, seeing as you live so close to each other. Two doors away from each other to be exact. He sometimes sees your posts on social media. He never likes them, in case you get the notification and decide to block him for some reason. On occasion, he’ll let himself scroll through your pages. Not for any particular reason, of course. Just to see what you’re up to lately. Aki tries not to make a habit out of it, tries not to think too hard about what you’re getting into when you post your selfies with your makeup and hair done. Tries not to march down the hall and knock on your door when he hears your laugh floating through the hallways accompanied by some man’s voice he doesn’t recognize. He doesn’t have any right to know anymore. He made that choice when he’d ended things with you.

It was never supposed to be anything more than a casual hookup between friends, neighbors. You and Aki live down the hall from each other and had bonded over the crazy neighbor who lived in the apartment between you two. Nights where you shared a bottle of wine at each other’s places soon turned into venting about work, failed relationships and eventually turned into an agreement to become friends with benefits. What Aki never anticipated was him developing feelings of more than friendship for you. He’d had his fair share of flings before, all never turning into anything. But with you, it became more for him very quickly, and it scared him.

Aki takes another drag of his cigarette as he watches you walk in with your date, a bounce in your step with the same wide smile he remembers and suddenly, the burn in his lungs is definitely not enough to keep him in the present. His mind is full of you. Full of memories of your touch, your scent, your laugh, your voice. Full of the way your eyes watered, the way your voice cracked, choking back a sob, crying for him when he’d decided to pull the plug on your relationship– if you could call it that.

Aki’s eyes are locked to your form, to the sexy little outfit you’ve worn out tonight that makes him shift in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling a bit too snug. He drinks in all the dips and curves he was once so familiar with, watches the way your curls bounce with each step and Aki wonders how long it took for you to finish your twist out this time. He wonders if the man you’re here with tonight helped apply your oils, leave-in and cremes the way he used to. The thought makes his stomach twist unpleasantly.

You haven’t noticed him yet and he’s glad for it. It gives him time to sort out what he’s feeling at the moment while he watches you and your date wander on to the dance floor, a drink in your hand. Your date wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close until your ass is pressed against his groin. Aki inhales the smoke from his cigarette harder.

His gaze is focused on the way your hips sway in tune with the music, how you close your eyes and let the rhythm take over your body. Your movements are intoxicating. You’re intoxicating. You’re intoxicating to Aki in a way he’s not familiar with, a way that makes some strange sensation bloom in his chest. The same one that freaked him out enough for him to end things. Hours upon hours spent drinking the finest liquors couldn’t make Aki as drunk as he is on you whenever he’s in your presence. Your date seems to feel the same, because now he’s gripping on to you a little tighter, pressing his face into the crook of your neck the same way Aki used to, drowning in your scent the way Aki loved to.

Aki’s nostrils flare with annoyance and he tries to pretend seeing you with another man doesn’t get under his skin. He knows he could look away, but he won’t. Maybe it’s his way of punishing himself, forcing himself to watch you move on with your life right in front of him.

Yeah, that’s it. He caused his own pain and now he has to live with watching the way you roll your body against another man. Watch as that man grips onto your hips to pull you further into him. Watch as you both turn your faces to each other, noses brushing together. Watch as that man presses himself against your ass to the beat of the music. Watch as your plush lips part with what he can only imagine is that soft blend of a gasp and a moan you used to make whenever Aki finally pushed his tongue into your aching cunt after all of your begging and whining for him to stop teasing you.

Aki knows that the decision he made to end your arrangement gives him no right to be upset that you’re moving on, trying to find someone who can do better for you than Aki was willing. He also can’t ignore how just imagining another man’s hands on you makes his skin crawl, let alone witnessing it for himself.

He hates that you bring these feelings out of him, that you bring any feelings out of him. Aki likes control, and doesn't like to let his mind get away from him. But with you, it’s like he can’t help the rush of emotions that spill out when he sees you, when he’s near you. You make his life feel chaotic without even trying. It’s like his plans go out the window when you’re around. He’d do quite literally anything for you. Except give up the control he so loves for you.

You’re dancing alone now and Aki debates on getting up and maneuvering his way through the crowd just to get closer when he sees the way your hands run down your breasts, down your torso and to your hips.

“She’s so fucking sexy,” one of his colleagues practically moans and Aki thinks he wants to put his cigarette out in the space right between his eyes. He opts for the ashtray instead.

Aki takes out his wallet, grabs a few bills and places them on the counter, leaving his cup behind.

“I’m leaving,” he tells his coworkers.

“Not sticking around for the show?” The same colleague from before asks. “I might go get her number if the guy she came with takes too long to come back,” he sips his drink, sighing longingly after he swallows, eyes still glued to you. “I wanna be balls deep in that.”

Yeah, Aki should’ve burned his fucking eyes out.

…The temptation takes Aki aback just a bit and it’s a small reminder of why he needs to get away from you. Why he needs to leave this place and just go home. He’d never been the jealous type, not until he met you. And you’re not even his to be jealous over anymore, and yet…he can’t help the way he sees red watching you with someone else, the way he bites the inside of his cheek until it’s bleeding to keep himself from making a beeline to you.

He doesn’t reply to his coworkers, doesn’t even tell them goodbye as he makes his way through the crowd and out the door.

………

Freshly showered and in bed, Aki tosses and turns, unable to sleep. His thoughts are consumed with the thought of you. The way they always used to be. It’s so frustrating. It’s like his body and his mind can’t control itself. And this is what he dislikes the most. He hates that seeing you in person, being near you at all is like a trigger for him to begin fixating. He hates that if you’re around him, all he sees is you. No one else exists. He hates that when he’s near you, this strange heat begins to bloom in his chest and his heart starts beating so fast he feels dizzy. He doesn’t understand the feeling and in all honesty, it scares him.

It’s why he ended things with you. Aki is a man who likes control, he likes order, he’s not too fond of surprises and chaos. But with you, all of that goes out the window. He’s at your beck and call, he responds to your every whim. He cares deeply for you, but the idea of feeling out of sorts everyday because he can’t control himself when he’s with you is terrifying.

“Now that she’s gone, you’ll be going back to being an uptight asshole, won’t you?” Power had asked.

“Yeah, probably!” Denji chimed in. “At least with her he was a little fun!”

Aki is so deep in thought, he almost misses his phone vibrating next to him. He quickly glances at his device, his body freezing when he sees your name across his screen, along with the contact picture he’d never deleted.

He remembers it clearly. Aki had taken you out to dinner at some fancy rooftop restaurant in Tokyo. You had a wide smile on your face, curls in disarray as the wind blew through them. You’d tried your best to push them out of your face, but to no avail. Behind you, the sun was setting. It casts an ethereal glow over you, like a halo of pinks and golds and oranges. You were stunning. Of course he couldn’t bring himself to delete the picture.

He wasn’t in the habit of looking for your contact information, so he hadn’t seen the picture for a long time. Seeing it now made him feel as though it should be framed and hung in a museum, the Mona Lisa taken down and replaced by you.

Aki unlocks his phone, swiping to the text.

You: Hey

You: I know we haven’t talked in awhile, but I think I saw you out at a bar tonight? Was that you?

He hesitates. He knows he shouldn’t respond. That he should leave you alone like he chose to do. But a selfish part of him wants to talk to you.

So he does.

Aki: That was me. I saw you, too.

He types up the next message, debating on whether he should send it or not…

Fuck it. He’s already texting you, so he might as well. The message sends at the same time a new message comes in from you.

Aki: Didn’t want to interrupt your date

You: You should’ve said hi :)

The three dots pop up right after. You’re typing.

You: Lol you should’ve. He was only trying to fuck and I wasn’t interested

You: He wandered off to talk to some other girl when I said no…so yeah

Aki: I’m sorry to hear that

Liar.

He thinks about that man at the bar touching all over you while you danced. You seemed to be having fun, enjoying yourself. Had he known your date was only trying to get in your pants, Aki may have opted to put his cigarette out between your date's eyes instead of his coworkers. He feels himself getting riled up again, but it’s short lived because your next text makes his heart race.

You: You home?

Aki: I am. What’s up?

You: Wanna come over for a glass of wine?

It’s a bad idea.

He climbs out of bed.

This is a horrible idea.

He slips on a pair of pants.

He’d ended things for a reason.

He slides his feet into his house shoes.

He’s going to fall right back into his old ways with you.

He’s out the door.

Aki knocks twice, his heart beating violently against his rib cage. He hears a bit of shuffling coming from the other side of the door and then the door opens and he sees you beaming before him.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, stepping aside.

It’s been so long since Aki has been over. He felt lightheaded from the moment he entered your space, his senses overcome with your presence, your scent, with you. Aki follows you through the entrance and into your living room, tries really hard not to watch the way your shorts give him little peeks of your ass with each step. Instead, he keeps his focus on your curls, piled messily atop your head in that cute pineapple style you sometimes wore before bed. Aki remembers how adorable he thought you were dressed down like this as he takes a seat on the couch while you head to the kitchen.

Your apartment is cute. It’s got all of the elements that make it you; from the accent pillows on your sofa, to the pictures lining your walls, and the nice glass of wine you fill with wine and hand to Aki. You take a seat next to him, sipping your drink before you start the conversation.

He half expected things to be awkward, given how your last interaction had ended and your lack of communication following those events, but conversation flows naturally.

You’re laughing, now on the end of your second glass of wine.

“And then,” you snort, covering your mouth and trying not to fall into a fit of giggles again. Aki can’t help his own grin listening to you. “And then, Denji tells me he had to—“

Your phone dinging interrupts your story.

“Sorry,” you say, unlocking your phone. Aki waves his hand.

“Go ahead.”

You swipe along your screen and Aki lets his gaze fall on your screen. He knows he shouldn’t. He regrets it immediately when he sees another man’s name on your screen. He doesn’t need to see the contents of the text, his body already reacting with annoyance. Aki can’t help the words that leave him next.

“Another date?” He shouldn’t have asked.

You look at him, brows furrowed. “Uh, yeah nosy. It is.”

Aki scoffs.

“What?” You ask, still typing a text to this fucking guy.

“Looks like you’ve got guys lined up to take you out these days.” The bitterness drips off every word. He doesn’t mean for it to, but he can’t help it.

You roll your eyes, sending your text to whatever guy that is and setting your phone on the table— face down, Aki notes.

“Do you have something you wanna say, Aki?”

Yeah, I made a mistake. You can stop dating these fucking losers. I’m here now.

That’s what he wants to say, but Aki shakes his head instead. He can tell he’s irritating you and the night has been going so well. He doesn’t want to fuck it up already.

“Of course not,” you mutter, another roll of your eyes. “You never do.”

Your sharp tone surprises Aki a bit, puts him on the defensive. The comment makes Aki set his own glass of wine down. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“Obviously not or I wouldn’t be asking you to clarify.”

You fidget with the hem of your shorts and Aki tries to keep his gaze on your face and not the way your shorts squeeze your plush thighs. He always did love that about you, the curves of your body. The way your form molded perfectly into his.

Focus. Aki tells himself. Because of course being in such close proximity to you turns his brain to mush.

“You just…any time something very obviously bothers you, you don’t say shit. You just run. You’re like that about everything.”

He knows you’re right. He knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“Is this about us?” He asks, cutting to the chase.

You nod, looking straight at Aki. You always looked right at him when you spoke. He admired that about you. The way you said everything with total honesty. You never lied, you never sugar coated the truth. You were far from a coward, unlike Aki. Your eyes bore into his soul and it was something that always scared him. Like you could see all of his intentions, all of his thoughts, of his desires.

“I miss you,” your soft voice cuts through Aki’s train of thought, your confession making Aki sit up straighter, eyes widening. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t say that. After everything, after all this time—“

“I miss you, too,” Aki breathes. He can hear his blood rushing through his ears, thrumming loudly and he tries to calm his racing pulse so he can hear what you say next.

You sigh quietly next to him. “You do?”

Aki nods. “I missed you the second I ended whatever we were doing.”

“Then why did you?” You shift closer to Aki. “End things, I mean.”

Aki watches you closely, remembers what it was like to lounge around your place or his and just talk. Conversation never felt as heavy as it does in this moment.

That uncomfortable feeling in Aki’s chest begins to take over. The one that caused him to confront how deeply he cared for you. The one that scared him so badly he ran. Usually, he’d head outside for a cigarette to try and rid himself of this feeling but tonight, as he stares into those beautiful eyes of yours, it feels different. Listening to you laugh and talk to Aki like he didn’t break your heart, like no time has passed, it makes that feeling a little less terrifying. He wants to run, but not from you. He wants to run towards this feeling, embrace it to the best of his ability.

“I got scared,” he admits quietly, ashamed. But he’s already starting to open up. He has to keep going. “I’m going to be completely honest with you here, okay?”

You nod, wide eyes locked with Aki’s. “That’s all I’ve wanted from the beginning, Aki.”

You give him a soft smile and Aki reaches forward, grasping your hands in his.

“When we first started sleeping together, it was…great. Casual, fun, easy.”

“Right.”

“But, after a while it got harder and harder for me to keep it that way.” Aki pauses, tries to gather his thoughts before he continues. “It got harder to separate that I’m just the neighbor you fuck from time to time. The lines got blurred somewhere for me.”

He sighs your name.

“When I’m with you, you consume everything. All I can see is you. All I want to see is you. And we were never exclusive. You could see other people and so could I. But I didn’t want to see other people…” He sighs again, this time running his fingers through his hair before he takes your hands in his again. He wants a cigarette so fucking bad right now, but he needs to finish his honesty hour now or he never will. “I didn’t want you to see other people. Fuck, I still don’t.”

“Aki…” you breathe, squeezing his hands gently.

He chuckles dryly. “You have no idea.”

Your head tilts to the side, curls bouncing atop your head with the motion and Aki’s heart beats even faster.

“You have no fucking idea how hard it is to see you with another man, to hear you laughing and talking in the hall with some random fucking guy and inviting him in. I don’t…I don’t think I smoke more than when I hear that sound.”

There’s a long pause, your eyes searching Aki’s. For what? He’s not sure. But it must be good, because when you speak, it’s a quiet and gentle tone. Aki can appreciate this because he’s damn near about to burst with nerves from being so open with you already.

“If you felt that way all this time, Aki…why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“What would you have said if I did?”

“I would’ve said I feel the same way.”

You close the distance between you and Aki, your legs coming over each side of his lap as you straddle him. You loop your arms around his neck, Aki’s hands coming up to rest on your waist as you lean forward until your noses brush against each other’s, breaths mingling in the tiny space between you.

“Y-you feel the same way?” Aki repeats. He feels dizzy now, partly from being in such close proximity to you and from the fact that you smell so goddamn good. He can barely focus.

You nod your head, your nose caressing Aki’s with the motion. He can feel the heat radiating from between your thighs, teasing him in gentle waves. His grip on your waist tightens as he resists the urge to roll his hips upward.

“I don’t want to see you with anyone else either, Aki. And I don’t want anyone else,” you confess. “I only want you.”

It’s all he needs to hear before he surges forward, crashing his lips into yours, shoving his tongue into the warm cavern of your mouth when you gasp in surprise. It’s a messy kiss, full of teeth, full of desire, full of emotion, full of love.

Aki loves you. Deep down he’s always known it, always ignored it. But right now as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him closer to you, as you moan into his mouth and pull a whimper from deep within his chest, he knows for certain that he is head over fucking heels in love with you.

There’s no one else in this world who he wants to be with more than you. No one who makes Aki feel the way you do and his only regret is that he was too stubborn to embrace this feeling before.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you seat yourself comfortably in his lap, closing the distance between your groins and he can’t stop the groan that rushes out when he feels your clothed parts connect.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs into your mouth. “I fucking missed you.”

“Yeah?”

You move your hips against his and Aki squeezes your waist, presses his face into the crook of your neck where he sucks a mark into your skin, making you moan quietly. “Fuck yeah,” he murmurs against you.

“Ah–Aki,” your fingers tug at his hair. He loves when you get needy like this. And you’ve barely started. “Show me how much you missed me,” you whisper.

He pulls back, his deep blue eyes watching you move your hips against him and he feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. Aki thinks he may lose his mind just watching. He glances up quickly, watching the way your kiss swollen lips part as you let out another moan.

“Feel good, baby?” Aki asks, smirking to himself when you can’t do anything but nod your head. His eyes follow all the dips and curves down your body until they’re back on his favorite spot between your legs. He could swear he feels his own eyes dilate when they see the wet spot in the center of your shorts that grows and grows with each roll of your hips. Aki swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy.

His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent cry. Aki slides a hand down your waist, to your ass where he taps one of your cheeks a couple times, and you know what it means. You sit up, momentarily hitting pause on your movements as Aki slips his finger underneath the fabric, tugs your shorts and panties to the side before his slender fingers slide along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how wet you are. He briefly dips his finger into your pussy, trying to stop his eyes from rolling back when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. He presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling your sensitive nub.

Your hands have now found purchase on Aki’s shoulders where you squeeze, breaths coming rapidly as Aki pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth. He knows you’re trying to be quiet, but he wants nothing more than to hear all those little sounds he used to get you to make.

Dark blue eyes lock with yours and Aki brings his other hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. “I wanna hear you, baby,” he tells you. “I want that asshole next door to know who’s making you feel so fucking good tonight.” He slips another finger into your pussy, presses his thumb against your clit and watches you visibly shudder above him. His cock aches within the confines of his pants.

“Ah– fuck, Aki, yes,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” he demands. And you obey, throwing your head back with a loud gasping moan as Aki’s hands push you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so good for me, baby,” he coos, his dick only growing harder. “I love hearin’ you. Love makin’ you feel good. I love you.”

You’re his now and Aki wants everyone to know. He wants the piece of shit next door to hear you through the walls, screaming Aki’s name. Hell, he’s even tempted to dial up your asshole date, let him listen while Aki rips one orgasm after another from you. He’d really enjoy that. The thought is so tempting. But Aki’s gaze falls to where his palm cups your slick covered cunt, where your thick thighs tremble around his hand and he doesn’t give a fuck about any of that anymore.

He slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit and he’s panting trying to hold himself together while you get closer to falling apart around him. Your hips move on their own, riding Aki’s hand, chasing your high. His fingers slip into you over and over, curling inside of you, hitting your sweet spot and you can’t help but to gasp quietly each time Aki reaches it.

You’re more vocal now, your head hidden away in the crook of Aki’s neck while you whimper and groan against him. He loves hearing you keening his name into his ear. Aki’s eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Aki’s struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of your living room.

“Aki…” you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. You’re close.

“Gonna cum, love?” His fingers thrust into you slightly faster. He pushes you back, moving you out from the space of his neck so he can look at your face. “Let me see, baby,” he says, voice rough as his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Aki’s shoulders tightening so much it hurts. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release moves over your body.

He can feel your release dripping down his fingers into his palm as he keeps pumping into you. You lean forward, returning to your favorite spot at his neck where you leave sloppy kisses. He tilts his head to the side a bit to give you more access, groaning when you lick the spot right beneath his ear.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so perfect,” Aki sighs as he watches himself slowly pull his fingers from inside you, licking his lips as he stares at his hand covered in your slick. He runs his tongue over his palm, groaning loud when he tastes your sweet release on his tongue. His dick is so unbearably hard as he watches you suddenly climb off of his lap, slide your hands into your shorts and strip off both your shorts and your panties. Your shirt and your bra fall to the floor next and Aki feels very overdressed now.

His eyes drink in every little bit of your body. God, he missed every bit of you. That smooth brown skin and every dip and curve and those fucking thighs. He wants to be between them so fucking bad.

“You gonna stare all night or take your clothes off?”

Aki yanks his shirt over his head, his boxers and shorts are off next, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees how you lick your lips when his cock slaps against his belly when it’s finally free.

You approach, bending over to put your hands on Aki’s knees, prompting him to spread his legs for you. He can’t take his eyes off of you as you fall to your knees between his legs. You’re so sexy when you take control like this.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you tell him, a hand coming up to grip the base of his cock and Aki’s hip involuntarily jerk upwards. His head falls back, a low moan already escaping him.

He’s missed your touch. He’s already worked up from making you cum and he’s missed you touching him so much he doesn’t know if he’ll last very long if you do what he thinks you’re about to.

Aki watches as your tongue rolls out of your mouth, pink and wet and he inhales sharply when he sees the little grin you get as his cock throbs in your hand.

“I missed this dick, Aki,” you whisper, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to the red tip. He hisses, hips coming up again as he whimpers your name. You bring your other hand up to wrap around the head of his dick, tongue teasing the smooth, wet head for just a moment before you take him in your mouth. Aki’s chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as he watches you swallow inch after inch of him. He lets out a strangled moan when the head of his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Goddamn, baby,” Aki chokes. “Gimme a second. Hold on.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, takes a deep breath to try and gain his composure…only to let out something between a sharp gasp and a loud whimper when you swallow around the head of his cock, taking Aki even deeper. You hum around his dick, the vibrations making Aki arch against the couch and thrust his hips forward.

“Oh fuck,” Aki groans. And he wants to grab your hair and push you down further, but he doesn’t want to fuck up your curls. He knows how hard you work to maintain them. He opts to bring one hand to your jaw, holding your face while your lips work up and down his length, Aki shivering at the way your tongue worships the veiny underside.

You hum again as your head bobs up and down, up and down, taking Aki impossibly deeper down your throat every time. More vibrations and your fingers come up, caressing his balls, the skin tight already as Aki squeezes his eyes shut and tries so hard not to cum down your throat. “Ah–shit, shit!”

You pull off Aki’s cock with a loud POP, sucking in a deep breath as your hand strokes him up and down. Aki is grateful for the small break because he was so close to literally drowning you in his release if you kept sucking his dick the way you were.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Your chin is dripping with your saliva. Aki stares through hooded eyes as you lift your other hand to wipe it away and he can’t help but to fall even more in love with you. You’re breathtaking, sexy, everything he’s ever wanted and in this moment he swears to himself that he’ll never let you go again.

“You’re so pretty,” Aki blurts. “My pretty girl.” He can’t help himself. He’s got tunnel vision. Only for you. His heart is pounding against his ribcage as he gazes at you lovingly. He leans forward. Reaching his hand out, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you to him, slamming his mouth against yours. A deep, guttural groan transfers from his mouth to yours, a result of tasting the mixture of your release and his arousal on his tongue and your hand still pumping his cock between you two. It’s dizzying. Aki won’t last much longer.

“C’mere,” he grunts, pulling you up from the floor. “Bend over for me, baby.”

And you do as he asks, climbing on to the couch and bending so that you’re on all fours.

“Aki…” you whine, wiggling your ass for him teasingly. Damn, he missed this. He chuckles, softly slaps your right cheek and then your left, groaning when he sees the way your ass jiggles for him.

Yeah, he’s definitely not gonna last long with this view.

Aki readjusts his position, one knee on the couch and the other foot on the floor. In this position, he can see how wet you are, practically dripping for him. He loves seeing you like this. Ready and wanting– wanting Aki and Aki only.

“Ready, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, Aki, fuck me, please…” you moan. “I need you so fucking bad right now, Aki.”

Aki takes his cock in his hand, squeezing hard and stroking, a bead up precum dripping onto your couch. He’ll apologize for that later, but right now all he wants is to be as deep inside your tight, wet cunt as physically possible.

He guides the tip to your entrance and pushes forward, eyes rolling back with pleasure when he feels the tip barely slide in before your walls and trying to suck him inside. Even so, he resists bottoming out immediately, pushing into you slowly, so slowly until his hips are pressed tight against your ass. You keen into the cushions of the couch, the muffled sound only making Aki more eager to push forward. So he does, skin igniting with goosebumps the deeper he goes.

You feel so. fucking. good.

Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, Aki places a hand on each cheek, spreading your ass open so he can watch himself disappear into your pussy. You lift your head, glancing back, over your shoulder to look at Aki. He glances up, eyes connecting with yours. And then he drapes himself over you, his skin fire hot against your back, and he pressed a wet kiss to your lips, to that spot behind your ear that makes your pussy squeeze down on him, down your jaw, down your back.

“Fuuuuuck, baby, you feel so good,” he whispers raggedly as he pulls out just barely, then pushes back in again. Aki takes his time, pumps his hips in short thrusts. He slides his fingers down to your clit and rubs in slow circles, grunting when you push your hips down against his hand.

Your face is back in the cushions where you’re moaning a string of incoherent noises, louder and louder as Aki begins to really start fucking into you. His hands are back on your ass, watching his cock drive in and out of your pussy, moaning at the sight of the white cream forming at the base of his cock.

“So tight, baby, so fucking tight,” he grunts, lifting both hands only to bring them back down to smack your ass. You cry out into the cushions, muffling the sound and Aki reaches around to grab your jaw, pulling you up.

“Thought I told you to let them hear you, baby,” with his free hand he smacks your ass, hard, the loud gasp you let out morphing into a loud moan when Aki gently rubs his hand over the area, soothing it.

“That’s it, let everyone know who’s making you feel good tonight. Every fucking night from now on,” He lets go of your jaw, reveling in the way you no longer hide your whines, moans, cries of pleasure. Everyone in this apartment should know it’s Aki who is fucking you so damn good right now. And it’ll be Aki fucking you like this from now on. No one else. Only him. You’re his and he’s yours.

His hands come down on your ass again with a loud SMACK and you scream Aki’s name, your walls clamping down on his cock. His blue eyes are locked on your ass. To the way those round globes bounce with each hard thrust and he has to see more. He spreads your cheeks, watches your little hole clench around nothing as he fucks into your pussy. He wants to be in there, thinks about sticking his finger in there, wonders what it would feel to cum in there. But he’s not going anywhere. He’ll find out soon enough.

Aki leans forward and presses a kiss to the center of your back, brows knitting together in an attempt to not cum when you moan softly at the gesture. His balls are so tight, painfully so. He needs to cum and soon.

“Baby,” he breathes against your skin, reaching around to rub your clit again, gritting his teeth when you pant softly into the pillow, your walls fluttering weakly around Aki’s cock and he knows you’re almost there. He rubs tight circles on your sensitive nub, kisses that spot on your back again and you moan a little louder. “Cum for me, baby. Let me hear it.” Another kiss to your back and a particularly sharp flick to your clit. “Give it to me baby. You can do it. Cum for me.”

And you do.

You let out a sharp cry, your moans no longer muffled by the cushions. Your release tears through your body, your walls vice gripping Aki’s cock, sucking him in with no intention of letting go. And that’s it for Aki. His fingers dig into the meat of your ass, forehead pressed into your back as he finds his own release, pumping into you one, two times before he fills your pussy to the brim with his cum. He’s gasping, grunting through gritted teeth as your cunt pulls every last drop from him.

You’re both still catching your breath when Aki pulls out, affectionately sliding his hand down your back before he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you down with him as he lays back on the couch.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, turning to look at him. His cheeks are pink, hair damp and clinging to his forehead. He laughs.

“God, I missed this,” Aki says, pushing his hair from his face. “I love you,” he confesses quietly, kissing your forehead.

“I love you, too.” You roll over the best you can on the couch while your legs feel like jelly and snuggle into Aki’s side. He wraps an arm around you. You’re both quiet for some time, simply enjoying each other’s presence. It’s only when Aki starts to shift that you sit up.

“Will you stay?” You ask, turning toward Aki and brushing his stray hairs from his face.

“Yes,” Aki promises, kissing your head again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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frierengf · 5 months

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company -- hayakawa aki x reader

— company noun

a commercial business. — ”a manufactoring company”

the fact or condition of being with another, especially in a way that provides friendship and enjoyment — ”i really enjoy his company”

fragments from smoke breaks and after work hangouts

wc : 4 085 | ao3 [tags & notes]

You’re sitting crouched in the smoking area behind of your office building, unlit cigarette perched between your lips. You fiddle with your lighter, flipping it, running your fingers over the stupid picture of the ocean, spinning the wheel that would normally give you a healthy flame to light your dumb cigarette. Sparks. Barely even that. It’s busted. Broken. And you definetly don’t have the time or energy to go and get a new one. Maybe if I sit here long enough the nicotine will seep in through my lips. A flicker pulls you from your thoughts and you instinctively take a drag. Inhale, hold, exhale. It’s muscle memory by now, and you rest your jaw in your hand as you look up at your saviour. Handsome. Dark hair, darker suit. Blue tie, bluer eyes. Maybe even gorgeous, but you don’t dare to go that far. Yet. ”Thank you…” you trail off, and he looks at you. His gaze is bordering on looking through you, and a small shiver runs down your spine. ”Hayakawa,” he mumbles around his own cigarette, before lighting it. ”Y’must be a pretty shit airplane passenger Hayakawa.” He raises his eyebrows and you smile. ”Save yourself before you save others, no?” ”I’d argue that im the perfect passenger then. Cigarettes aren’t exactly keeping you alive.” ”Ah, I suppose you’re right. I retract my former statement,” you say with a joking tone, raising your hands to admit defeat. Hayakawa snorts, and your smile widens slightly. ”You new?” He hums, questioning look on his face. ”Like, at the company. Haven’t seen you before, I think.” ”Ah. I just finished my introductory week. So yes, I’m new.” ”Cool,” you say, smile turning playful. ”Y’gonna join me out here more often then, Hayakawa?” ”Maybe. No one else will?” ”No one else will. Most of the workers who do smoke either do it on the roof or wherever they’re getting lunch, so. Just me.” ”Do I have to?” ”I’ll add it to your work duties. I’m the CEO after all!” He frowns down at you, and you do your best to keep your face unreadable. ”Doubt the CEO would have a busted lighter. Or smoke short yellows,” he gestures to your almost finished cigarette. ”And they probably smoke in their office, if they do smoke.” You laugh, leaning back against the wall of the building. ”Y’got me there. Just a lousy old accountant. Still your senior though,” you say, joyful lilt to your voice, and you think you see the ghost of a smile on his face. ”So it’s my duty as your junior then? We’re not even in the same department.” You groan, resting your forehead against your knees. ”You’re killing me here Hayakawa. In more ways than one!” you exclaim, waving the butt of your cigarette up at him, cinders falling. You think you hear him laugh. You raise your head slightly, peeking at him. Hayakawas cigarette is just below the halfway point, and you grumble to yourself. You’d gone out to the pub a lot last month, resulting in having to be stingy with your other vices. Letting out a sigh, you drop the small embering butt into the ash tray, before standing up and turning to face him. ”Thanks for the light, Hayakawa,” you say, inclining your head, before looking at him once more. ”I’ll see you around, yeah?” ”Yeah.” You walk past him with a small wave, and you swear a subtle scent of pine digs through the sickly nicotine.

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The room is warm and loud. It’s opressing, and Aki feels a drop of sweat trickle down his neck. You’ve been sitting next to him for around five songs now, and he hasn’t relaxed since you sat down. You’re not right next to him, but still close enough to make him… nervous? Restless. While you’re sitting as far back as possible on the couch, legs pulled to your chest, work heels dangling from your toes, nursing a drink, he’s sitting as far out on the edge as he can, elbows resting on bouncing knees, glass of beer on the table in front of him. Kimura and Matsuda are singing some old rock song, and he hears you lightly humming along from behind him. As Matsuda attempts a screechy high note, Aki frowns. He’s not drunk enough for this. As the song pewters out, you shuffle forward on the sofa, reaching your hand out to Kimura. Taking the microphone, you stand up, before holding your glass out to Aki. He looks up at you. You’re smiling at him, expression nearly dripping in mirth. ”Hold this for me, will ya?” you say, shaking the glass. Aki feels his ears heat up, and he looks away as he grabs the glass. ”Thanks Hayakawa.” As the starting notes of the song you picked play, you place your hand on his shoulder, pulling his head to rest against your hip. The heat on his ears spreads to his cheeks and Aki swears you must be trying to kill him. Revenge. Most of the people in the room, his coworkers, your colleagues, some people from other departments, are singing along, while others are talking, sipping on their drinks. No one is really focused on you, no one but him. He looks up at you as you sway, your hazy eyes focused on the screen. Cheap liquor, cigarettes, and an underlying scent of… something else. Fresh and citrusy, yet floral. He doesn’t know if it’s a perfume, or just you, but Aki thinks he mighy be obsessed. Your hand moves from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, your fingers lightly running through the length of his hair, and now Aki knows he’s obsessed. He isn’t surprised really. Unless you’re delusional, the objective truth is never surprising. The sky is blue, the sun is hot, water is wet, and Hayakawa Aki is obsessed with you. Your song has ended, microphone been passed to the next preformer, and you’ve sat down. Aki is still looking at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, but you’re still leaning against him, wrapping the strands of his hair around your fingers, so can you really blame him? He wants to say something. Something that’ll make you look at him the way he looks at you. Something that will make you realize that he’s undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with you. The words stick to his lungs like candied honey. His thoughts are faster than light, yet slower than a black hole. ”You wanna grab a smoke?”

It’s a cheap last resort, and he knows it, but the way you look at him, doe eyed and smiling, makes it so he doesn’t really care.

The way you grab his hand and pull him up from the couch makes his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. He hopes you don’t question it, or that you’re drunk enough to believe that it’s because of the alcohol, despite him not even finishing one glass of beer.

”You’ll have to let me mooch off you Hayakawa,” you mutter, as you drag him down the halls of the karaoke bar. ”I only brought my gum today.”

”What would you do if I said no?”

The words come out of his mouth before he can even think to stop them. You turn to look at him, your hand still tightly wrapped around his.

”Ahh, you’re a sick man Hayakawa. The fact that you can even think of denying a woman in need,” you pout, and Aki thinks he might burst into flames at any second.

She’s drunk, the reasonable part of him says. Drunk words are sober thoughts, the hopeful annoying part of him whispers.

It’s not like you even said anything particularly seductive, or even that flirtatious. Maybe Aki is just that obsessed with you. You seem unbothered by his lack of reply, having continued the treck out of the bar. Different songs are leaking out from each room you pass, but Aki can only focus on the click of your heels, the slight humming of your voice. He even thinks he can hear your heartbeat, but he’s unsure if he’s imagining it or if it’s maybe even his own, echoing outside his body. Finally outside, you pull him into the alleyway between the karaoke bar and the nightclub next door. It’s narrow, and Aki fumbles after his pack of cigarettes as you lean against the wall facing him. Finally getting a hold on the box, he pulls it out of his pocket and holds it out to you. ”Still trying to be the best airplane passenger I see,” you jest, plucking a cigarette and placing it precariously between your lips. ”Always,” Aki replies, taking one for himself before pocketing the box and pulling out his lighter. As he flicks the lighter, holding it to the end of his cigarette, Aki looks up at you. You’re leaning in, he realizes. Your eyes are focused on the small flame that’s just centimetres away from his lips, and his eyes follow you as you lean closer and closer, until your own cigarette is lit, and you’re back, leaning against the wall as if nothing had happened. Ash falls from Akis cigarette, and he finally takes a drag. It’s rough, nicotine burning his lungs, but he can’t really say he cares. Only qualm he has about the current situation is that the stench of tobacco is covering the scent of you, and that it would probably be considered weird and taboo if he leaned over and kissed you right now. ”D’you like smoking Hayakawa?” Your voice cuts through the muted music from the surrounding buildings and the noises from the street. Aki meets your eyes before shrugging. ”Eh. I guess.”

”Mm. Doesn’t the way the scent sticks to your fingers bother you?” ”Not really? Never really thought about it.” ”Hm. Lucky,” you mumble before meeting his gaze. ”Y’smell like pine trees y’know? ’s really nice.” You crouch down, taking a drag of your cigarette. Akis eyes flicker to the glowing embers, before moving to your face. You look tired, he thinks. Not just from tonight, but an exhaustion that seems to dig deep in to your bones. He crouches down with you, and your eyes snap to him, filled with an emotion he can’t really pinpoint. ”I don’t want you to feel like you have to be around me,” you say, almost out of nowhere. Your voice is uncharacteristically vunerable and you take a long drag before looking up to the sky. ”I don’t,” Aki says. ”Feel like that, I mean. I like spending time with you, even if it’s just like this.” ”I’m glad.”

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”Hey Hayakawa!” It is not your first time in the IT departement. It is your first time in the IT departement with ulterior motives. Navy eyes dart up to meet yours and you give him a smile. ”Wanna go get lunch?” you ask, and his eyes quickly move down to the clock on his computer screen before he looks back at you again. ”Yeah, sure.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to you. You give him a grin and he reciprocates with a slight smile. ”Did you have anywhere specific in mind?” Hayakawa asks as the two of you step into the elevator. ”Uh, not really. I’ve always been kinda shit at making descisions,” you reply, a bit sheepish. He hums. ”No worries. Is the ramen place down the street okay with you?” ”Sure, sounds good.” The rest of the elevator ride, as well as the walk to the restaurant is spent in relative silence. You bump in to a few familiar faces along the way, but neither of you stop to talk. When you’ve sat down and ordered the two of you talk a bit about work and a bit about life. The conversations you have with Hayakawa are never just surface level, but they’re never deeper than they need to be. It’s comfortable, and you like that.

As you get up to pay and get ready to leave a voice interrupts you. ”I payed earlier.” Your gaze snaps to Hayakawas, and he gives you a small grin. ”I’m paying next time then,” you tell him, and he nods in acceptance.

On the way back to your office building, Hayakawa grabs your hand and pulls you after him, guiding you to the small smoking area where you first met. You let out a short laugh. ”Feeling sentimental Hayakawa?” Your words are almost entirely joking, but instead of laughing or playing along, he simply shrugs, as if to say so what if I am? You’re taken aback for just a second, before you reach into your purse, fumbling for your pack. Once you grasp it, you pull it out and hold it to him, interrupting him as he reaches down towards his pockets. ”It’s the least I could do. After you payed and everything, even though I’m the one who asked you out.” You see his eyes widen, and heat gathers in the tips of your ears as you realize your own wording. ”Not- not asked you out, just… I invited you out so I should’ve payed,” you mumble. Silence hangs heavy in the air and your eyes never leave his. His eyes move from yours, down to your hand, and up to your face again. ”Just take a cigarette Hayakawa. Please.”

You stretch your arm a bit further and take a step closer. His fingers graze yours as he plucks the pack from your grasp. A spark runs through your body, from your fingers to your toes and up to your heart and brain. Dumb. Irrational. Nonsensical. Hayakawa has lit his gifted cigarette and is looking at you, offering the little box back to you. His gaze reminds you of how he looked at you when you first met, and you realize now that he was never really looking through you, he was simply looking at you. The realization stuns you, and it takes the tiny clatter of your pack of cigarettes being shaken in front of your face to break you out of your trance. ”You okay?” Hayakawa asks. ”Yeah,” you say. You’re not. Not really. Well, it’s not the end of the world, realizing you like Hayakawa more than you should, but it would be a lie to pretend you want this. Sure, he’s handsome, and you like spending time with him, but that should’ve been it. You don’t really want to fall in love. Love makes you vulnerable. Not weak, but it gives you a weakness that you wouldn’t have otherwise. In reality, love scares you, terrifies you. After years of feeling nearly nothing but an empty numbness, the electric spark Hayakawa has lit inside you is something that feels alien. The nicotine stings in your throat, but the subtle scent of pine distracts you from the sensation. Feelings scare you, there’s no doubt about it, but maybe something about Hayakawa overpowers the fear.

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One Friday evening ends up leading Aki to an izakaya far away from his own apartment with plenty of coworkers he doesn’t recognize, but in the decently sized crowd he spots you. You’re sat down, citrusy drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. Beautiful is the first and only word that pops into his head. Aki stands there for a bit, hovering around the shoulders of people he doesn’t know, before he hears your voice. ”Hayakawa! C’mere,” you call out with a wide smile, patting the seat next to you. As he sits down you wave over a waiter. ”Order whatever you want! I’ll pay.” ”Are you sure?” he asks. ”Mm, of course. Think of it as payback for the ramen that one time,” you say. Aki hesitates for just a second before turning to the waiter and ordering a beer and some finger foods. ”We can share,” he offers. ”The bill?” you ask. ”No, the… the food.” You blink slowly at him and he feels how his face gets warm. He doesn’t really care if you notice. He hopes you notice.

”Mm, okay. Should probably sober up a bit anyways,” you eventually say, stretching out your arms over your head. He can’t help but notice the curve of your spine as you do, how your bones creak and snap, and how you sigh in relief as you rest your elbows down against the table again. ”I’m glad you came Hayakawa,” you say quietly, almost so he can’t hear it under the buzz of the people around him. You’re smiling at him, content and soft, like a cat basking in the sunlight. ”I can’t stay long,” he forces out. He wishes he could, oh how he wants to stay, long into the night, just the two of you. ”My apartment is far and I need to get home before the trains stop.” ”My apartment is just a block away,” you mention, offhandedly, a hidden invitation, should he dare to take it. Aki just nods, aknowledging your words but not actually replying. He doesn’t leave, and the longer he stays the faster his heart starts beating. Every time someone other than Aki gets up, says their goodbyes and leaves, your eyes snap to his, and a tiny smile plays on your lips. A teasing, knowing smile that he hopes and prays is reserved for him and only him. A handful of hours pass and the two of you are the only people left around the table that was earlier filled with colleauges. You sit next to him, closer than before, entire body turned to face him, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. He could blame the wild blush covering his face on the alcohol, which wouldn’t be a complete lie, but he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t need to. Aki is not ashamed of the profound affection he feels for you. If anyone were to ask, be it you, his coworkers or any of his friends, he would not hesitate in telling the truth of his feelings. ”D’ya wanna leave?” you ask, shaking him from his thoughts. Aki nods and you stretch slightly in your seat before standing up. ”I’ll go pay then. Y’can wait outside and I’ll be right out.” ”Okay,” he says. He walks backwards almost the entire way to the door, keeping his eyes on you for as long as he can.

Only a minute or two passes before you pop out and grab his hand, starting to pull him back to your home. He follows you blindly down the entire block as you guide him. The elevator you lead him in to is cramped. Your toes are nearly touching his and even with the way he’s leaning back against the mirror he can count the lashes on your eyes, the small beautymarks on your face and how many times your heart beats against his during the ride. Aki hovers behind you as you unlock your front door, glancing at you when you hold the door open, letting him step in first. You follow him in, closing the door behind you and slipping off your shoes before disappearing into the apartment. ”You’ll have to make do with a futon I’m afraid,” you call out as he steps into your living room. You appear before him, suit jacket discarded and sleeves folded up. He blinks once or twice before moving towards you, grabbing the futon out of your arms and taking a few steps back again. You eye him up and down where he stands, seeming to be lost in thought, before you clear your throat and lift your gaze to meet his eyes. ”I’ll get you some of my brothers old clothes, hang on.” You dart off to your room as Aki squats down, folding out the futon and fixing the sheets. When he’s done he stands back up again, and after just a bit, you return with something in your arms.

”Here you are Hayakawa,” you say, stepping forward and placing a small pile of clothes on the coffee table next to him. ”You can call me Aki. If you’d like.” He stares at you, waiting for a reaction to the spontaneous words. You blink a few times, before tilting your head just slightly. ”Okay. Aki it is.” He stands there in your living room, frozen in place at how you’d said his name so easily, and how melodically it came out, as if you were some sort of siren, luring him to the murky depths. ”Good night Aki,” you say, breaking his trance. You wave at him from behind your bedroom door. ”Good night,” he replies, trying to hide the shake in his voice. You smile at him and he nearly melts into the futon behind him.

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Instead of the usual alarm, this Saturday you wake up to the sound of movement in your kitchen. You stretch under your covers and blink the sleep from your eyes. If it was any other Saturday you would’ve stayed in bed for at least another hour, but you already feel bad enough about your houseguest waking up before you. After pulling on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, you carefully open your bedroom door and peak out. You see the remnants of his prescence in your living room, the folded up futon with the pile of your brothers old clothes on top. ”Hope you slept well,” you say as you enter the kitchen area. Aki stands bent over your coffee machine, but he raises his head as soon as he hears you. ”Mm, I did. Smells nice in here.” You can see the way his eyebrows furrow as he realizes what he’s said, but you huff out a laugh and they relax almost in an instant. ”Bergamot incense,” you explain, and he hums. You move through the kitchen towards your balcony door, shuffling past Aki where he stands, searching through your cupboards.

”Gonna grab a smoke. Join me when your coffee’s done, yeah?” ”Yeah.” You take a seat on the little wicker couch and grab your pack of cigarettes from the table, lighting one and relaxing into the armrest. Aki joins you after just a minute or two. It’s comfortable with him, easy and simple, despite the complicated feelings that you’re not sure how to deal with. You lean forward to tap off the ash into the ashtray and as you fall back against your seat you glance over at Aki to find his eyes already meeting yours. You can see him swallow, even though his cup is balancing on the armrest. His eyes seem to move from your eyes to your fingers, up to your hair and down to your legs, up to your lips and finally back to your eyes again. ”I like your company,” he says quietly, like a secret shared under the covers during a sleepover. I like you. You know what he means, and the alien little spark inside you can’t help but grow at the easy out he’s given you, even though you’re pretty sure you don’t want it. You take a drag of your cigarette as the morning sun shines across your balcony. ”I like your company too,” you reply simply, with the calm of the ocean after a storm. I like you too.

You hope you managed to get your feelings across in the same way Aki did. You hope you haven’t been reading into everything he’s said and done. Aki nods before taking a sip of his coffee. Neither of you speak for a bit, letting the sounds of morning commutes and birdsong fill the space instead. After a few minutes, you shuffle closer to him on your small love seat, pulling up your legs to rest next to you. Aki offers you the cup of coffee and you reach over and place your cigarette between his lips before grabbing the cup and taking a sip as he takes a drag. As the smoke rises up in the dewy morning air Aki leans down, resting his head against the window behind you. You turn your head just slightly and meet his eyes. ”Does that count as our first kiss?” he asks. ”Even if it was indirect.” You let out a quiet laugh. ”Sure. ’s a nice moment for it, so.” He hums. ”Any moment with you is nice.” ”Same goes,” you say. Dawn and something you might call happiness warms you from your face to your heart.

#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Maddy, i hope you're having a good day, night, and or evening. What about a small angsty Shinobu x reader? I recall an anon talking about a Spy x Family spin on Parenthood. So what if Shinobu and the reader encounter eachother on seperate mission where they need to go against eachother and find out eachothers real jobs? Ofc, in the end they can't actually kill eachother so they're silently patching eachother up with small bits of heated arguing in-between because of how the other lied to them for so long. And ik you like happy endings sooo maybe in the midst of it all they end up falling for eachother for real instead of the fake marriage they have. And maybe at the end their adopted kids are just baffled by how much more flustered they are around eachother come morning.

A Marriage of Convenience

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader (AU of the Parenthood AU)

A/N: Aaaaah! This took so long! I could have easily started from the mission, but I wanted to establish the family more to make the moment a little more tense and emotional for the readers. Sorry I didn’t completely follow the prompt either, it kinda got away from me. Hope you still like it! Word Count: 5,320

Akiko rubbed her eyes and stumbled out of her bedroom, the smell of breakfast being her guiding light.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” (Y/n) greeted, flipping a fresh pile of mini pancakes onto the plate in front of Akiko.

“Momma, I think I’m sick. I can’t go to school today.”

“Is that so?”

Akiko flinched, angling her sight to the kitchen, she saw Shinobu drying her hands as she made her way over and groaned internally. Usually Shinobu would already be long gone even this early in the morning, but apparently the hospital didn’t need her at the moment.

“Let me see…” Shinobu knelt down beside Akiko’s chair, carefully pressing their foreheads together and after a moment, she hummed thoughtfully.

“Your temperature seems normal. What are your symptoms?”

“Nevermind, Kaasan.” Akiko sighed in defeat, stuffing a pancake into her mouth. When it came to feigning sickness, it was useless to go against such a well disciplined doctor as Shinobu.

“Akiko,” (Y/n) crossed her arms, “you should never be dishonest about your health. If the time comes that you are really sick, no one will believe you until you’ve thrown-up all over the floor.”

“Sorry.” The fourth grader sighed, then took a big gulp of orange juice.

“School is important, Aki-chan,” Shinobu reminded, “and if you don’t go, your school work will only grow. Your friends will start to miss you too. Isn’t that right, dear?” Shinobu titled her head to look to (Y/n) for confirmation.

“Exactly.”

A fussy grunt from down the hall put an end to the light lecture and (Y/n) left to retrieve Shin from his crib. Shinobu tickled Akiko briefly to coax a smile from the girl before taking her seat at the table and began filling her plate.

Finally, Akiko perked up in earnest, listening in to her adoptive mother’s internal dialogue of her plans for the day. That was a billion times more interesting than anything she could learn at school, because Shinobu wasn’t only a doctor, she was also an assassin.

Those paths certainly seemed like a conflict of interests, but Shinobu only killed the really, really bad people, honestly! After her parents and sister were murdered, Shinobu had nearly nothing to her name. She got into assassin work very young and made enough money to get through medical school.

‘The mission I must prepare for tonight will not be an easy one,’ Akiko heard Shinobu think, ‘that hideout was heavily guarded when I did my reconnaissance, so I know the target must be there, but the question persists, where will he reside in such a large building? The longer it takes to locate him, the more likely it is that I am spotted. I really don’t want to kill more people than necessary…’

So exciting! Akiko pouted when Shinobu became distracted by (Y/n) and Shin’s return, ceasing her internal dialogue.

Shinobu took Shin from (Y/n) and sat the near one-year-old on her lap and offered him a bit of pancake which he happily slobbered on.

“Coffee?” (Y/n) offered Shinobu.

“Yes, please.”

Akiko swiveled in her chair, tuning in on the other woman as she walked back into the kitchen nook to start the coffee machine.

‘Infiltration for this upcoming mission will be one of my toughest yet, but the intelligence hidden there will be crucial in preventing this war. Failure is not an option.’

Awesome! (Y/n) had a mission sometime soon as well! Akiko could hardly wait to hear more! The woman who had adopted her five years ago was a psychiatrist by day and an international spy by night, though there were many occasions where that work bled into the daylight hours as well.

Akiko couldn’t ask for a more exciting duo, but how did she know of her adoptive parents’ double lives anyway? It didn’t matter how good at subterfuge (Y/n) and Shinobu were, they couldn’t compete with a girl who could read minds!

Akiko knew from the moment (Y/n) stepped into the orphanage that she was looking for a child to pose as her daughter and Akiko wasted no time in putting her best foot forward to show that she could fill that spot.

Shinobu came a little later. (Y/n) needed to find a partner, a civilian partner, since no other agents were available apparently.

In her excitement to get home one day, Akiko had accidentally ran into Shinobu at the park when they were on their way back from the grocery store. Food packages scattered across the ground when (Y/n) saved Shinobu from toppling over into the pond beside the path.

“Akiko!” (Y/n) had scolded her, helping Shinobu find her equilibrium and then bowing deeply, “I am so sorry, miss.”

Shinobu had chuckled, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, “No harm done. Here, allow me to help,” she crouched down and began helping (Y/n) refill her toppled grocery bag.

“You really don’t have to.”

“It’s no trouble.” She insisted, “Looks like Someone is excited to have a yummy dinner, is that right?” She beamed at Akiko.

Akiko had openly marveled at the woman. She was nice, she was pretty, a great choice of partner for her momma!

“Mhm!” Akiko nodded vigorously, “Come have dinner with us!“

“Akiko,” (Y/n) began to object, but Akiko was faster.

“My momma says that if you do a wrong, you gotta try to fix it. We can make a dinner as a sorry, right?”

“Hmm,” Shinobu pondered playfully, watching (Y/n) subtly squirm, “That sounds like a very sweet apology, but I think you should have a nice family dinner with your parents instead, alright?”

“It’s only me and momma. Momma’s been looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend but she’s bad at it.” Akiko bluntly replied, making Shinobu stifle a laugh as (Y/n) flustered and sputtered.

Akiko blinked, tuning into the woman’s thoughts as they suddenly grew in volume.

‘Perhaps this could work… it’s much too soon to presume, but she’s as good a candidate as any to keep my cover. The fact that she’s a single mother makes her that much more unassuming. If I don’t want to be discovered as an assassin, I ought to take advantage of this offering to get my foot in the door if I can.’

Nice, pretty, and an assassin?! Akiko could hardly believe her luck! This could be an opportunity to really bring her favorite spy show to life!

“Truthfully, I was going to be lazy and pick up take out for tonight. So I wouldn’t be opposed to a nice home cooked meal,” she turned her eyes onto (Y/n), laying on the charm, “but only if it is alright with your mother of course.”

‘Well, this is what you asked for, Agent. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to at least try. It’s only dinner after all.’ Akiko heard (Y/n) ponder before she spoke aloud,

“I don’t really mind. We would be happy to have you…”

Shinobu rose to her full height once she placed the last item back in the paper bag, then held out her hand, “Dr. Shinobu Kochou, pediatrics.”

“Oh,” (Y/n) chuckled, taking Shinobu’s offered hand and standing up, “Dr. (Y/n) (L/n), psychiatrics.”

“Really? You must work at the hospital across town. I think I would definitely remember seeing you around.”

“You got me,” (Y/n) chuckled, feeling her face warm. Was this woman earnestly flirting with her already, or was she just being playful?

“Well, rival hospital resident, we should talk more about this over dinner preparations. I’m excited to learn more about you, and you as well Akiko-chan.”

Akiko perked up, eyes shining with excitement. She snatched (Y/n) and Shinobu’s hands and began dragging them to the apartment despite (Y/n)’s insistence on slowing down. This was going to be amazing!

Listening to the spy and assassin’s inner monologues over the next several weeks as they tried to entice the other into courtship for the sake of their covers was both entertaining and headache inducing for the young mind-reader to listen in on.

As self-serving as their reasons may have been at the start, they never had the intention of hurting the other and made a genuine effort to be the best partner they could be despite their dueling deceptions. The more they got to know each other, the less of a job it was and the more honest the attraction became.

But despite actually growing an attachment to each other and developing an enjoyment of each other’s company, and dare it be said, falling in love, they couldn’t be more relieved for their demanding day jobs and their constantly fluctuating schedules because they left plenty of room to take care of their missions without any suspicion. Still, there was a concern that this dangerous secret they both kept would come to light one day, but being as skilled as they were, that would never happen… right?

Anyhow, the domesticity that the found family of three had wrapped themselves in over the next four-and-a-half years had lulled them into comfortable routine, making it Akiko’s abrupt demand all the more astonishing.

“I want a baby brother!”

“Huh?” (Y/n) blinked.

“Come again?” Shinobu cupped her ear, as if Akiko hadn’t been abundantly clear.

“You promised that if all of my grades were above a ‘C’, that you would get me whatever I wanted. I even earned my fourth Stella!” Akiko reminded, pointing an accusing finger at (Y/n), “I want a baby brother!”

“Sweetheart, please, be reasonable. You know that’s not what I meant when I said I’d get you something—“

“You didn’t say ‘something’, you said ‘anything’ and the ‘anything’ I want, is a baby brother!”

“Babies don’t just fall out of the sky, Akiko.”

“Sure picked me up easily enough…” the little girl grumped, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Your momma and I are too busy working to take care of a baby.” Shinobu chimed in, placing a steaming cup of hot cocoa with extra whipped cream on top in front of Akiko in an attempt to distract her.

Akiko took a moment to lap at the whipped cream like a cat, but she was not deterred from her mission in the slightest.

“If I don’t get a baby brother, I’ll stop going to school! Even if you make me go, I won’t do any work and fail all of my tests. The Tonitrus Bolts look cooler anyway!”

“Akiko!” (Y/n) and Shinobu gasped as one.

They couldn’t believe she would stoop to such a low. Worse than that, they knew she wasn’t bluffing either. It was then silent for a long moment before Shinobu asked.

“Will you let us discuss your demands first before you go on strike?”

“Shinobu—“

“Okay Kaasan. You have twenty-four hours.” Akiko said in her best spy show antagonist voice. She scooted off of her chair and carefully took her hot cocoa into the living room to then watch said spy show.

“Shinobu, if we give her all day and night to think this is really a possibility, she is going to follow through on that threat for sure. Unless this a planning session for what an eight-year-old would want more than a sibling?” (Y/n) spoke in a hushed tone.

“I was actually thinking that maybe we could consider the possibility.”

“You said it yourself, we don’t have the time to take care of two children. Why are you taking the time to consider at all?”

Shinobu smiled tenderly at (Y/n). She slid her hands across the table to lay atop her wife’s.

“Having you and Akiko crash into me nearly half a decade ago, was the best thing to have ever happened to me. I’ve never felt more complete, however, the possibility of extending this happiness to another child in need could only add to the happiness I feel. But, if another child is not something you want, then I will stand with you against the tyranny of the one we already have.” Shinobu teased.

(Y/n)’s heart rate had picked up an extra beat or two upon hearing Shinobu’s heartfelt words. It made her feel warm, a little dizzy even. Love was wild. She would protect this family and the peace of this world with her life!

“I think I feel the same. It just feels so sudden.”

“It’ll take months before we have everything set up, and we will have each other every step of the way.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” (Y/n) turned her hands palm up beneath Shinobu’s, “Let’s give it our all.”

“Is it happening?” Akiko asked, suddenly appearing around the corner on hands and knees.

(Y/n) exhaled, shaking her head at her daughter’s antics before smiling, “We’re certainly going to try.”

“Yes!”

Six months later they brought the sweetest infant boy home and that was how the family got where they are today.

“Finish up, the bus will be here soon.” (Y/n) said, checking the time.

“M’kay,” Akiko groaned.

She got up from the table to put in her coat and get her backpack, momentarily distracted by Shin’s gurgling as Shinobu bounced him on her lap.

An image came to mind, a big building filled with boxes and scary looking people. Slinking around a dark corner was Shinobu, a long, poison laced needle in each hand. A quiet click was heard just beyond the corner and Shinobu braced herself. Pivoting quickly on her heel, she spun around the corner, needle clutched tightly in her outstretched fist. A silenced pistol reflexively took aim at Shinobu’s head and just beyond, holding the weapon… was (Y/n).

A flicker of surprise passed between them, then hurt, then impassive stone. They braced themselves further as if preparing to lunge and shoot respectively—

“Akiko, shoes on honey. Come on, let’s go.” (Y/n)’s voice shook Akiko free from the vision.

“Oh dear, where did this sudden bee in your bonnet come from, hm?” Shinobu asked the fussy baby in her lap.

Shin wailed as Shinobu cooed, attempting to soothe him. Akiko’s tummy did a flip when her brother’s watery eyes connected with hers. He wasn’t old enough to talk, nor really understand speech, but what he did have, Akiko discovered, was an ability to peek into the future if the visions he would send her were anything to go by.

But usually the visions were inconsequential. Such as what would be for dinner, getting caught in the rain and the like. Sometimes, Akiko found she could change the outcome of a vision depending on her actions, but the vision she had just seen… how could she stop that from becoming reality?

Her parents were going to unintentionally expose their true identities to each other in a hostile environment! What was going to happen? How could she stop it?

“Earth to Akiko,” (Y/n) sang, “go hug your brother and Kaasan, we gotta go.”

“Bye sweetie, I’m working super late tonight so I probably won’t see you until tomorrow.” Shinobu explained, leaning down to kiss the overwhelmed girl’s forehead before giving her wife the same treatment. “Have a good day.”

“You too. I should be back before four, but if you need me back earlier, call me.” (Y/n) reminded her, giving her and Shin a couple chaste kisses in return.

She then took Akiko’s hand, guiding her out the front door, out of the apartment complex, and into the bus that had just pulled up to the curb.

“Have a good day at school, Akiko.”

“Momma, wait!”

“I’m going to be late, whatever it is, I promise you can tell me all about it after school. Have fun, make good choices!” (Y/n) yelled from the curb, waving and blowing her daughter another kiss as the bus slowly began to pull away.

Akiko did her best to keep herself calm as the bus pulled up to the school. The future could be changed… (Y/n) was going to be home tonight. That meant she and Shinobu probably weren’t going to run into each other right away. She had time. Yeah, that’s right. Akiko took a few calming breaths like Shinobu had taught her and made herself relax. She would try to get another vision out of Shin when she got home and get everything sorted out. Everything was going to be okay.

Except when she got back home after school, instead of (Y/n) waiting for her at the curb, it was Mitsuri, informant turned babysitter standing at the curb with Shin tucked in her arms. Normally, Akiko would be ecstatic to see the bubbly and endlessly fun woman, but if she was here, that meant that (Y/n) had a mission to complete tonight after all!

“Hi Akiko! Did you have a good day at school?” Mitsuri happily chirped.

“Where is momma?”

“She’s having an emergency meeting with a patient. She won’t be back until later tonight. What should I make us for dinner? Do you need help with your homework?” Mitsuri asked.

She numbly followed Mitsuri back into the apartment. She wished that was really what (Y/n) was off doing, but she knew better and Mitsuri’s thoughts were loud. (Y/n) was already on a mission and Akiko had no way to contact her. She could only hope that she wouldn’t run into Shinobu along the way.

Akiko hadn’t realized how the exciting secrets her parents held could jeopardize their family. She should have just revealed everything from the start… then maybe… no. (Y/n) and Shinobu honestly loved each other to bits. They could get through this. Shin’s visions of the future were subject to change and Akiko hadn’t even gotten to see all of the last one. She would hold out hope that everything was going to work out.

Or maybe she could give Mitsuri the slip tonight. If the mission Shinobu had been preparing for was tonight, Akiko had an idea of where she had to go.

***

(Y/n) ripped the mask from her face, throwing the torn material into the storage closet along with the two guards she had deceived. Her infiltration had been successful thus far. Now all she needed was to take pictures of all the documents and maps spread around the room that had been guarded moments before. The group of domestic terrorists were making plans to insight war, but with this information now in (Y/n)’s hands, they would instead find themselves locked up in prison for a very long time.

All information secure, she ducked back out of the room, all she had to do now was go home and hand off the photos to Mitsuri. Maybe Akiko would still be awake. She did seem a little distraught before school and (Y/n) was going to check on her before her mission had been moved up.

She froze against the wall when she heard soft footsteps steadily coming closer. She silently cursed, readying her pistol should worse come to worse. When she couldn’t hear anything after a tense minute, she almost put down her gun, but a sharp moment from around the corner brought her defenses right back up. She found herself pointing her gun in the face of the last person she would have expected to see in a place like this, her wife.

She saw Shinobu’s lips part briefly in surprise, but she kept her deadly stance, a long needle like blade aimed centimeters away from the spy’s throat. (Y/n) kept her gun trained on Shinobu because of that, as much as it pained her to do so.

“Can’t say I expected to find you here, dear.” Shinobu spoke lowly, tightening her grip. The numbness of her tone when uttering that pet name made (Y/n)’s heart sink.

“I could say the same about you. I guess we were both hiding secrets from each other. Though I never would have believed you could be so in the wrong.”

“I’m in the wrong?” Shinobu chuckled humorlessly. “How could you be so blind? How could I have been? Falling in love with someone like you is the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Maybe so.” (Y/n) swallowed, stamping her emotions down the more they tried to bubble over. She was on a mission, she couldn’t afford to be emotional, but all she could think about was how she would have to tear apart her family for the good of humanity.

Shinobu could see the turmoil (Y/n) was going through, she could feel it swirling within her as well. She could have killed (Y/n) six different ways by now, but the fact that she hadn’t was all she needed to know that she couldn’t do it at all.

“Just stay out of my way. I’ve already done away with your boss, it’s over.” Shinobu didn’t know where they would go from here, but she’d rather not stick around and wait for her deed to be discovered by any other followers.

“My boss… wait, my boss?” (Y/n) squinted, “Are you talking about—“

“Yes, the leader of these blood-thirsty, warmongering, disgusting people who want nothing more than to destroy families for money.” Shinobu spat vehemently, pointedly.

(Y/n)’s shoulders relaxed, a rush of relief filled her chest along with the breath of air she inhaled. Shinobu regarded the change finding it both strange and infuriating. Then (Y/n) dropped her gun, adding confusion to Shinobu’s list of dueling emotions.

“Shinobu, my beloved, never in my life would I have believed that I’d be so happy to hear you tell me you killed someone.”

“What are you saying?” Shinobu huffed, still on guard.

“I’m an international spy. My mission here was to document and sabotage the plans of this organization to prevent war.”

If anyone else had told her this, Shinobu would have just chalked it up to the poor soul trying to save their skin, but with (Y/n) she couldn’t help but to believe her full-heartedly. She lowered her weapons, sliding them back into their sheaths.

“Good,” she nodded, “good. If you had actually been a part of this, I would have killed you, found a way to bring you back, and then kill you again.”

“And you’d have been in the right for that.” (Y/n) said softly, and when Shinobu tackled her in a bruising hug, she returned the pressure with matching intensity. There was a lot to discuss, but now was not the time nor the place.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” (Y/n) exhaled audibly.

“Do you have all the evidence you need?” Shinobu asked.

(Y/n) smiled and nodded, patting the disposable camera in her jacket pocket. She then picked up her gun, as soon as it touched her gloved hand, an alarm began to sound and a voice came over the speakers.

“The boss is dead! There are intruders in the building! I repeat, intruders in the building!”

“Damn it, we have to get out of here now!” (Y/n) hissed.

“There is a passage underneath some floorboards in a room not too far from her that leads to the forest. We can escape—“

“AHHH! Momma, Kaasan! I found youuuu! Save meeee!”

Could there possibly be any more surprises tonight? The women swiveled, finding their daughter dressed in black from head to— to her pink shoes, running as fast as her little legs could carry her away from the men running after her.

“Akiko?!”

“I’ve got her.” Shinobu’s eyes darkened, needles in her hands once more.

Her speed surprised (Y/n), but she wasn’t about to be left behind. She helped Shinobu dispatch the thugs quickly before taking Akiko into her arms.

“Are you okay?! Why?! How?!” (Y/n) couldn’t believe Akiko was really there.

“Did you leave the kids at home alone? How often do you do that?” Shinobu yelled, smacking her wife on the back several times

“Of course not! Mitsuri was supposed to be watching them!” (Y/n) defended.

The sirens renewed their intensity and thick metal began slowly closing off the doors and it became clear that this would also be a discussion best had later. They quickly headed to the passage, taking out a few more guards along the way. They burst through the trapdoor and ran out into the open air, tumbling into the car Shinobu had left hidden near the forest edge. It hadn’t been easy, but they lost them and got home relatively unscathed.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Mitsuri gawked when she opened the door to let them in. “Akiko? When did you get out of bed? I just checked on you.”

“That’s my pillow under the covers, Ms. Mitsu.” The fourth grader yawned, snuggling into her mother’s neck. Mitsuri immediately began to sweat.

“Eh?! (Y/n), Shinobu, I am so so so so sorry!”

“Don’t be mad, please momma? It’s not Ms. Mitsu’s fault.”

“I’m too tired to be mad,” (Y/n) sighed, digging in her pocket, she took out the camera and handed it to Mitsuri, “be sure this gets back to HQ for me please.”

“A-ah, HQ? You mean the hospital? You must be tired! Ha ha…” she laughed nervously.

“Shinobu and Akiko know everything now. There is no need to try to hide anything anymore.” (Y/n) said, sitting down on the couch with a loud groan.

“Oh, well, that’s good then! You know I’m not very good at the whole deception thing. It makes my stomach hurt. Wait, what were you doing there in the first place, Shinobu?”

“Typical assassin work.” Shinobu shrugged.

“Oh.” Mitsuri paled. “And just to be clear, you aren’t mad at me either… right?”

“You have nothing to worry about Mitsuri. You can sleep peacefully tonight.” Shinobu smiled, shaking her head.

“I’m glad to hear that. Anyway, you all look like you’ve got a lot to talk about… I’ll get out of your hair and take this information to HQ. And um, sorry again for losing your kid. I’m going to be beating myself up about that for quite some time.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Mitsu.”

“If I’m ever allowed to watch you again, I’m going to start handcuffing your wrist to mine until your parents come back.” Mitsuri pouted. She couldn’t keep up the expression long however, and still gave Akiko a bone-crushing before taking her leave.

Shinobu took Akiko’s hand and led her to the couch, sitting her between herself and (Y/n). As tired as they all were, they really did have much to discuss.

“Akiko, how did you know where to find us, how did you get there?” She asked.

Akiko looked down at her feet. Well, the biggest secrets her parents had were now out in the open. It was only fair she shared hers. She just hoped it wouldn’t change anything. She took a deep breath,

“I can read minds and Shin can see the future. I snuck out and took the bus as far as I could go and then walked the rest of the way.”

(Y/n) and Shinobu shared a concerned look and then Shinobu placed the back of her hand over Akiko’s forehead.

“Were you really ill this morning, honey?” She cooed. Akiko sharply shook her head.

“I’m telling the truth! I’ve known momma was a spy since I first met her, I knew you were an assassin too! When we all first met, you both wanted to make a good impression so you could use each other as a cover to look more normal like in my spy show.”

The women tensed, looking to each other worriedly.

“You know I really love you, right?” (Y/n) told her, wringing her hands in her lap, “I was looking for someone to help make Akiko and I look more natural and approachable, but it quickly became about more than that with you.”

“It is the same for me,” Shinobu quickly agreed, “and what I had told you before at the hideout has been eating me up. Even if it was born from a misunderstanding, it is important to me that you know that falling in love with you was not a mistake at all. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Anyway,” Akiko coughed, finding their overly lovesick expressions to be a bit much, but what child wouldn’t think the same, “Shin had a vision about the future, I saw it too because I read his mind. In the vision, I saw you bump into each other while you both were working and it looked really scary like you’d hurt each other and so I decided I needed to find a way to stop that from happening.”

“How long have you been able to do this?” (Y/n) asked.

“Probably since I was born I think. I can’t remember ever not being able to…” Akiko kicked her feet nervously, “Do you still love me even though I’m weird?”

(Y/n) and Shinobu were quick to reassure her, hugging her body tight between them. Of course they still loved her, that fact would never change.

“Nothing could ever make us love you any less, don’t ever doubt that.” (Y/n) kissed the top of her head.

“So I’m not in trouble?”

“Oh, but you are in trouble, my sweet girl.” She tutted, making Akiko gulp.

“You did give Mitsuri the slip and go to a dangerous place you had no right to be.” Shinobu reminded.

“There will be extra chores for the next two weeks.” (Y/n) dictated, making Akiko groan. “Now I think it’s about time we get you back to bed.”

(Y/n) hoisted Akiko into her arms like she was still as small as she was when she was five. Shinobu followed close behind as they walked to her bedroom and together they tucked her in, marveling at how quickly sleep came to Akiko. She must’ve been more exhausted than she had let on.

They checked on Shin next. The baby boy laid flat on his back in peaceful slumber, seemingly unaware of the chaos of the night, though he probably saw plenty. How had they ended up with two super-powered children?

As they exited his room, Shinobu placed her hand on (Y/n)’s arm, getting her to turn to face her.

“Let me get the first aid kit from the bathroom, you’ve got a few scrapes and bruises I’d like to take care of. Wait for me in the bedroom.”

(Y/n) easily agreed, as long as Shinobu promised to allow herself to be given the same treatment.

They say cross-legged in front of each other on the bed and took turns working on each other, scanning the other for anything they might have missed. It felt like it was the most intimate thing they had ever done. If they had ever gotten hurt on a mission before, they had always patched themselves up and hid it or blamed it on some mundane accident, but something about being completely bare and honest about how these injuries, great or small appeared, felt like nothing they had experienced before. There was nothing to hide anymore.

It was almost like they were starting their relationship anew. Both seemed nervous and awkward while tending to the other, but there was no lack of the love that was always there. When the final benign bruise was tenderly soothed over with ointment, the moved up to the head of the bed and got under the covers.

They were quiet for some time, absently playing with each other’s fingers until questions began to timidly surface, steadily growing in confidence and comfort as they shared their lives in full with each other. Stories they never thought they’d be able to share with anyone coming to light. They laughed and cried and held each other. As exhausted as they were, they talked into the early hours of the morning. When they finally did drift off in each other’s embrace, they felt strangely weightless as if they could actually be dreaming among the clouds.

Tomorrow would be a new chapter for the family, but it was certainly going in a direction for the better. Should anyone try to trifle with that family, they would find themselves in a world of hurt.

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #requests #anonymous

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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cw ; gn!reader, injuries, conversations about mortality, age gap (reader is a little older than aki)

"Fuck, Hayakawa - did I piss you off in a past life? Relax a little."

"Shut up," He says, exasperated. Mad really, the first time you've ever seen him so angry "You're such an idiot."

"How is this my fault? I'm just doing my job.''

The lights in Aki's kitchen are low and dark. Power and Denji are asleep in another room, something that you're thankful for. You've got your shirt off, back exposed entirely with hardly anything covering your chest.

Aki is currently nursing a wound on your back, a harsh gash that might need stitches. It's too early to tell, and you hate hospitals. That sterilized scent makes your head spin and you hate the fluorescent light. You weren't expecting to see Aki. You were on the way to where Kishibe and Quanxi were because you knew they wouldn't ask any questions.

And truthfully, you didn't really want Aki to see you like this. He found you though, passed out under a streetlight, and you were half-conscious as you leaned on him. Now you're sitting on a wood stool in his kitchen, a single overhead light making a glow on your back.

And he's pissed about it, because of course he is. You and Aki don't get along like you should. Of the hunters, you only casually hangout around Kishibe and Quanxi and some of the other soft-hearted folks. He's softened too, since Denji and Power came into the mix, but it's hard for you to not shrink back upon seeing him. Once upon a time, you used to be close though. A long time ago, it feels like.

So it's not weird sitting like this, but it is awkward. You suck some air between your teeth as alcohol stings your skin and Aki scoffs at you.

"You get a knife in your back but you can't handle some stinging?"

"Adrenaline is a good friend of mine, Aki."

""It's like you have a death wish." He says, and this time he sounds upset forreal. You don't know what to say to that.

"Once upon a time, you did too, yknow? I know it's different now, which is great but," You sigh, glancing over at him with a sigh "Don't act like you don't get it."

"I don't get you," He admits, and you can't tell if he's being gentle or sarcastic. Maybe both "Everyone knows why I'm here. But what reason do you have to be in public safety?"

You laugh a little.

"You know the way you're talking makes it seem like you care."

"...I just want to know why."

For a minute you remember that Aki is soft-hearted. That he's kind by nature, that he's warm. You feel a little bad for putting him on the spot. You tilt your head back to get a good look at his face, and you're taken back to the minutes you kissed each other on new years. Young and different.

He looks good still. Brighter.

"I wanted to do good. Everybody dies. Not everyone gets a choice. So, if I'm going to die inevitably, I hope it's for something good." You explain, laughing a bit on your own philosophy "I went out doing something that protected someone. To me, that's a good life.'

"You're a saint." He bites, sarcastic. There's a little sincerity laced in it. And you think to yourself that's right, he's always been a little like this. It's the big brother in him, the caretaker. Even when he's annoyed, he's probably trying to look out for you.

You're not the type who can accept it readily. Maybe that's why things never worked out.

"Thanks, Hayakawa. I'll cherish that."

"I'm being sarcastic." He deadpans, placing pressure on the wound. You don't laugh that time.

"Not completely though, right?"

He's silent that. You feel a little bad for making fun of him.

"No. Not completely," He replies, tiredness in his tone "You're not the kind of person who should be working here. That's what I mean."

Oh, there he goes again. Stirring your feelings up. You smile.

"You make me want to kiss you, Aki," You say with a loopy grin. You blame it on the blood loss "And for what its worth, I think you're a good person anyway."

"That so."

"Teenage angst aside," You say. He makes an annoyed expression "I don't think you're a bad kid. It's been a tough life. You didn't know what to do."

"I always knew I was probably too angry."

"Holding onto your feelings in this line of work is tough. It's a miracle you've stayed mostly the same, even though you're soft as a marshmallow now."

"Shut up." You hear him laugh, genuine and barely there.

"I'm saying you're a good person and that you've got more to take care of. Worry about me a little less and about yourself a little more."

"As if I could worry about you any less. You're worse than Power and Denji combined."

"That's harsh, man."

"I'm saying," He breathes out steady, leaning over you so the light is covered by his shadow "You're reckless. And I hate people seeing die. So don't die. At least not in front of me."

"What a funny way of saying I love you, Hayakawa."

"What happened to Aki?"

You grin.

"Sorry, Aki." You grab the hand that's on your back, trembling - locking your fingers to his nervous ones and squeezing tight "I'll try not to die instead. Okay?"

"I'm gonna hold you to it."

"I know. That's so like you."

#aki x reader #writing tag #love having my inbox closed i dont want to be percieved he is simply On My Mind

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the12thnightproject · 3 months

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Chapter 42: Mitsuhide POV Chapter - Other Half - Catching up with the Kitsune, as Hideyoshi attempts an intervention of sorts.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

As soon as the guard captain ordered their unit to the top of the castle wall, he knew. Something had gone wrong for Katsuko. Although Mitsuhide was certain his encounter with her in the courtyard had remained undetected, he had not been able to watch out for her as she returned to the castle.

Whatever just happened had resulted in Motonari and Iekane having a low-voiced conversation while the rest of them waited at attention, hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to draw them upon command.

Mitsuhide stayed at the edge of the line, keeping his posture at attention, with his helmet low on his head. It would do her no good if he were to be identified before he could even determine the extent of the problem. So he stood still. Even though every muscle in his body was alert for an opportunity to take control of the situation. Even though his mind was already racing through a number of scenarios – none of which reached a positive conclusion.

In a few moments, another contingent of Kanamori vassals marched Katsuko and Yoshimoto onto the wall. She was still wearing that fur cloak, while Yoshimoto, on the other hand, was dressed in an informal kimono, and as usual, unarmed. Mitsuhide doubted that the man would be much help in this, but perhaps he was counting on the gloss that came from being an Imagawa. Indeed, he was already puffing up into the parody of an annoyed high-caste Prince. "Master Iekane, what is the meaning of this insult?"

"This doesn't concern you, Lord Imagawa." Iekane’s voice was a few degrees short of the groveling that Yoshimoto seemed to expect. Since this man was not yet familiar, Mitsuhide kept his attention on him, hoping to learn as much about Katsuko’s enemy as possible. From what she’d revealed of him, Mitsuhide knew that Iekane was a good liar with the patience of spider; able to spin a web and lie in wait for it to snare an unwary victim. "Motonari has a problem with a member of your household."

"I don't see how. My page has devoted his attention to me since the moment we arrived. Any insult would have come about because he was merely doing my bidding." Thus far, Yoshimoto’s approach was to throw around his status to protect Katsuko.

Unfortunately, what would work against the Kanamori vassals was unlikely to work against Motonari and that man’s distain for the current societal structure (a philosophy that Mitsuhide somewhat sympathized with, though he disagreed with a ‘burn it all down’ solution). Indeed just as expected, Motonari focused his ire on Katsuko, having apparently recognized her from their prior encounters. "Lord Imagawa, yer page is a spy who works for Mitsuhide."

Yoshimoto whipped out his fan and yawned. "Of course she's a spy. But she works for my cousin, not Mitsuhide."

For one very short moment, Mitsuhide wondered if that was in fact true. Was Katsuko one of the mitsumono? Had she always been so? He glanced over at her, and noticed a quickly concealed flash of surprise, that was then followed by a straightening of her posture, as if she was mimicking what she believed a Takeda spy would look like.

It seemed that Imagawa was improvising.

Keep talking. It would give him an opportunity to figure out how to defuse this situation without giving up his mission.

Rescue her first. Hang the mission.

No. Now was not the time for indecision.

Iekane started to speak, but Motonari took control. "Shut up." He turned to Katsuko and asked, "Yer one of the Mitsumono? Why’d ya help Mitsuhide?"

“The best way to gain his trust was to help him. And of course once he pulled us off your ship, I figured the only way I was going to get back to Kasaguyama was to work with him."

Good girl. That sounded plausible.

“By burning down my camp." Motonari’s words came out as a growl, but there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

"Next time tell your men not to store, the gunpowder so close to open flame.” She shrugged. "Hell of a fire though."

For a moment, Mitsuhide worried that she had pushed Motonari too far, but then the man started laughing. ”Hell of a fire."

The guards near Mitsuhide shifted uneasily, apparently not used to this type of volatility. Iekane looked around and seemed to be preparing to try and re-take control, but Katsuko spoke up first. "Lord Iekane knows this, because he and I were both originally trained by the same spymaster." She addressed the rest of the Kanamori guardsmen. "Just a suggestion, but you might want to get a food taster in for Mozumi's meals and drink."

Iekane put his hand to his heart. "Are you accusing me of harming my dear father? The man took me in, saved my life. I'm devoted to his health."

Hmmm. From that response, it was possible that Katsuko had hit a nerve. Mitsuhide continued to study him, watching his face for reactions, looking for any opening that would allow him to subtly help matters. As always, in the back of his head, help Katsuko warred with stop Yoshiaki.

But thus far, Yoshimoto appeared to have a slight edge of control. "Yes, of course you must be. A poor orphan is always grateful to the rich man, especially if he has no other living offspring."

The difficulty of this whole situation was threading the needle in such a way to get both the Kanamori vassals and Motonari on their side. Katsu and Yoshimoto had yet to manage that task, for Motonari simply shrugged away all hints of that accusation. "Heh. This is all very interesting. I don’t care if Iekane is offing his Pap, it all ends up the same in the end. Imagawa ya in for destroying Nobunaga and getting this party started or not?"

"The desire of my vassals is clear." Yoshimoto snapped his fan shut. "That said, I do not agree that Sakai is a worthwhile target." Did that translate into ‘not interested in wanting to stop Yoshiaki’? Or could Mitsuhide count on Yoshimoto’s aid?

"Iekane when you caused the cart accident, was your target me... or was it Hiko?" Katsuko sent her former friend a lethal looking glare.

Iekane caused that accident? Why hadn’t she told him that? As far as Mitsuhide knew, Iekane had not been to Sakai. Or was this something she’d only recently discovered and not had time to share with him?

"Accident?" Iekane laughed, and turned to look at the guardsmen, sending them a ‘do you believe this nonsense?’ look. "Kaya, you've always been clumsy. And little boys, well, they can get into so much mischief."

Interesting. It seemed that Katsuko had just led Iekane into a trap.

"Lord Motonari… Has Iekane ever met Hiko?" Her posture was triumphant as she snapped that trap closed. Mitsuhide felt a quick shot of pride in her interrogation skills.

Motonari frowned. "No. He ain’t been to Sakai. Do you have a point, spy? Or are ya wasting time waiting for reinforcements?"

"How does Iekane know Hiko is a little boy?" She took a deep breath, and spoke faster. "Hiko is in danger, from Iekane. Before my former master disappeared, he sent me a letter, asking me to find Hiko and protect him from Iekane."

Akihira’s letter… if only he’d let her have it back earlier… could this have been prevented? What did Hiko have to do with Iekane and Akihira?

"Why, why would I care about some street kid?" Mitsuhide was looking at Katsuko’s face when Iekane asked, and he caught her hesitation. She doesn’t know.

"Because," Yoshimoto must have noticed her panic as well, and began spinning a tale. "Hiko is actually Mozumi's son. His blood son. Hiko's mother was one of Mozumi's concubines. But Mozumi's second wife Osumi was jealous of Niwa, and arranged for an attempt on her life. Frightened for her safety and realizing she was carrying a baby, Niwa decided to fake her death, at least until the child was born. Unfortunately, during childbirth, poor Niwa’s death became a reality. This was when her sister decided to raise Hiko as her own. She already had a daughter, Sho, and the children were devoted to each other."

It was a wild tale, full of the Imagawa’s flair for the dramatic. Mitsuhide noted it was partially striking sympathy from the Kanamori guards and vassals, and was gaining a little ground on Motonari as well.

"And that is why Iekane plans to attack Sakai. It would be easy enough to kill one small boy in the confusion and make it look like an accident of war." Katsuko seemed more confident in this answer, an answer that Mitsuhide internally agreed might be effective on Motonari, whom he knew was not convinced that Sakai was an appropriate target for the shogun’s forces.

"That's ridiculous." Iekane addressed Motonari, "Lord Imagawa has spent so much time on the arts that it’s rotted his brain. No true warrior would believe such a fanciful tale."

But the Kanamori were on the edge of believing it, and Mitsuhide added in his part to tilt the balance in Katsuko’s direction. “Mozumi did have a concubine by name of Niwa.”

Iekane looked hesitantly over his shoulder but Mitsuhide was already hiding his face. He placed his hand in front of his mouth and directed his voice so that it appeared to be coming from the vassals. A stage trick, but a useful one. “Lady Osumi was the jealous type.”

“Are you really believing this nonsense?” Iekane’s voice was shaking. A cornered beast is a dangerous one. As he spoke, fumbled for something he had in his kimono. Something that made Katsuko turn pale, her fear visible even in this deepening night. Was he armed with one of those Nanban pistols?

It was only a split second of hesitation while he tried to calculate whether he could stop Iekane from shooting without jeopardizing his own mission. Failure in either could spell disaster for not only Katsuko but also Nobunaga. How could he weigh one against the other?

How could he weigh his head against his heart?

Before he could determine the best course of action, Katsuko gave him one last look, then before he could stop her, she jumped on Iekane. Mitsuhide leaped after, this time knowing he could use the excuse of protecting the Kanamori to grab her, but for some reason, Iekane pulled her close, and let the motion carry both over the side of the castle.

Mitsuhide put on a burst of speed and lunged for her, his hands only reaching empty air.

It wasn’t that far to the ground, a ground covered in soft snow… a fall from that distance would have been survivable. Even so, Mitsuhide would have forgiven if he had shut his eyes to the sight of her body hitting the earth.

But he didn’t.

Which was how he was able to witness Katsuko and Iekane vanishing into a shimmer of thin air.

“What happened to… ah…” Yoshimoto trailed off, but Mitsuhide caught his tone of voice. It was the voice of someone who had made a realization. Yoshimoto looked at him, and his eyes widened. Hm, it seemed that he had not been informed of Mitsuhide’s presence here.

“You know something.” It was only his disguise that stopped him from grabbing Yoshimoto by the neck and dangling him over the edge.

“I promise to explain… later. If you will back me up now.” Without giving Mitsuhide a chance to respond, Yoshimoto whipped around and addressed the vassals. “Witchcraft! The Kanamori imposter has escaped into the spirit realm and stolen my personal guard in the process.”

“Master Iekane was Yokai! Before they vanished, he revealed his true form is that of a Tengu.” Mitsuhide turned to the Kanamori guards. “We have been misled by a demon.”

“Yer not a Kana-“ Motonari scowled in his direction, then apparently decided he had had enough of the Kanamori and Yoshiaki in general. “Never should have trusted that the shogun had the brains to pull this off.” He made a mocking bow toward Mitsuhide. “Until later.”

Then he stalked away.

Mitsuhide debated stopping him, but Goro was still outside the castle, and was smart enough to follow Motonari back to his lair, back to where Kennyo was holed up as well. At the moment, Yoshiaki was still the more dangerous of the two, and stopping the shogun was his primary mission.

And at least in this, he could keep an eye on Yoshimoto, ready to question him about Katsuko’s mysterious disappearance.

It was well into mid-morning before Yoshimoto and Mitsuhide were able to have their promised talk. With a bit of prompting from Mitsuhide, Mozumi had tottered up from his sickbed, and in no uncertain terms, told his vassals he was honoring an alliance with Nobunaga. Generally disgusted by the attitude of both the shogun and the too-proud Imagawa vassals, the Kanamori vassals and guards evicted their former allies.

Yoshimoto seemed to have exhausted his supply of diplomacy and was unable to convince his vassals to return to Kasugayama. Therefore, when Mitsuhide had finally followed the man back to his quarters, it was to watch him pack his things in order to journey with Yoshiaki. This was a journey that the Imagawa Prince was clearly dreading. “However, if I am with the shogun, I may be able to distract him from his plans, at least until he meets with an unfortunate accident.”

Mitsuhide raised his eyebrow but did not comment. In truth, whatever Yoshimoto was going to have to do to “distract” the shogun sounded even less pleasant than any plans to assassinate him.

“Yoshiaki is not good for this country.” Yoshimoto’s voice was quiet but full of conviction. “I am uncertain if Nobunaga is the answer, and certainly my cousin does not believe so. But Yoshiaki’s use of my vassals is a mess of my making, and I see now that I must do what I can to unsnarl it. In any case, even with what is left of the Imagawa clan, the shogun does not currently have the resources to make trouble.”

Though this was indisputable Mitsuhide resolved to keep an eye on the situation, well aware that even with a small force, the shogun was capable of plotting revenge. But he had a more urgent question to be answered. “Do you know where Katsuko is?”

“I expect she has returned to her original time.” Yoshimoto rummaged in the shelf and pulled out a familiar pack. Katsuko’s. “She is from the future. About four hundred and fifty years forward in time. And… if you think such a thing is impossible, I suggest you discuss the matter with Mai.” He plopped the pack in Mitsuhide’s hands.

He hadn’t realized he was even reaching for it.

It sounded less plausible than Yoshimoto’s tale of Hiko’s origins. If Mitushide hadn’t seen Katsuko and Iekane disappear between the castle walls and the ground, he would have accused Yoshimoto of telling more folk tales. But the explanation of time-travelling explained so much, not just about Katsuko, but also Mai. “She told you of this?”

Yet another bit of Katsuko that Yoshimoto knew and Mitsuhide did not. It… hurt that she had never confided this in him.

“She did not originally, though we have discussed it. I have been aware of the existence of time travel for several years, and Kenshin’s ninja is from the future as well.” Yoshimoto kept his focus on packing up his own belongings. Even though the man took care to neatly fold his clothing, his hands were shaking. “If I must spend the next few months with Yoshiaki, I will be unable to give Katsuko her things, not to mention her horse… if she returns. I am given to understand that she comes from a time of peace. Perhaps she has had enough of these troubled times and the people in it.”

Perhaps. Perhaps she is safer where she is now….

"I'm not going to Azuchi. There’s no place for me."

"You undervalue yourself. If we don’t find Akihira, you have plenty of skills to make yourself valuable at Azuchi. Your language facility alone would be enough for Nobunaga to employ you as a translator."

“I know. Actually he offered me a job the first time I met him. But that wasn't what I meant." She had then put her hand on his heart. "There's no room for me here."

Mitsuhide rubbed his chest, as if he could still feel that touch of her hand as she reached for something he had no business giving away. Something he was no longer certain he had.

“Shall I unpack this?” Kyubei’s voice was full of impatience.

Mitsuhide looked up from the pile of reports on his desk, to find his vassal uncharacteristically out of sorts. He was holding the pack of Katsu’s things that Mitsuhide had brought back from Genba. Though he had turned the horse over to Ieyasu, who appeared to get along very well with the temperamental beast, Mitsuhide had kept control over the rest. Control… but he had yet to look through them. (He had of course, taken the time to decode his handmade copy of Akihira’s letter – however it did not contain anything beyond what he had already learned from Yoshimoto).

Her personal items… though it was unlikely she would ever return for them, it now seemed… impolite… to search them. However, to refuse Kyubei’s request would only make the man overly suspicious. “Dear me, I had forgotten I had that. Yes, of course.”

He bent his head over the correspondence. As expected, Goro had managed to track Motonari to the Chugoku region, which was still home to the Mouri clan. Unfortunately, he had not yet located where Motonari had stashed Kennyo, as it seemed they were indeed lying low until Spring. Meanwhile the Imagawa and Yoshimoto had not even bothered to keep their escort of Yoshiaki secret, and had blazed an easy to follow trail to the port city of Tsuruga. Thus far, the Shogun was simply throwing his weight around the city without managing to increase his meager forces. And…

A flash of turquoise silk caught his attention. The yukata he had had made for Katsuko. It seemed that she had kept it. Or at least tried to before she’d been pulled back to her original time. He watched Kyubei shake out the wrinkles, and then a scroll of paper fell out of the garment.

It rolled within Mitsuhide’s reach. Without thinking, he opened it, and was surprised to see a drawing of a young man. What was she doing with this? The drawing was old… creased… the paper thinning as if she had taken it out and looked at it many many times. The subject … was a familiar face.

“Katsu’s brother.” Kyubei answered a question he had not asked. “She has been searching for him for as long as I have known her. Apparently they were attacked by bandits and he was carried away, possibly sold to the Nanban.”

No he was not. Katsu’s brother was currently living in Sakai, working as a healer. Toshiie.

“Will you return to check on her?”

The man backed further away from the bed, glancing down at his stained clothing. “No… I can’t. Not like this.” With that, he fled from the room.

Only after it was clear the healer had left the building did Shojumaru speak into the silence. “Toshiie is a strange one, but he’s saved many considered too injured to survive.”

If only he had thought to ask her brother’s name when she mentioned he’d disappeared. Or asked even one question about him. Of course she would have devoted her life to finding him… and of course she transferred that obsession to Aki when he disappeared as well. Having already lost her home, her mother, and her brother, she would be fixed upon finding the one person left to her.

The one person who could be left for her.

“Kyubei.”

“I am standing right in front of you, Lord Mitshide.” It was said with touch of dry humor.

“So you are.” He tapped the drawing. “This man is living in Sakai as a healer. He should be easy for you to find.”

Kyubei nodded. “And bring him to Azuchi?”

He considered for a moment. It had been clear that Toshiie had not wanted to be recognized by Katsu, had not wanted her to see him. “Not yet. Not unless he seems to be preparing to leave the city. Simply… watch the man, and report on his well-being.” If Toshiie needed help, Mitsuhide would provide it. If he wanted to return to the future to be with his sister, Mitsuhide would figure out how to make it happen. She deserved that much, at least.

“I will do so.” He laid Katsu’s belongings on Mitsuhide’s desk, bowed, and took himself out of the room.

Never happy with a task half-done, Mitsuhide finished unpacking her things, and finding a place for them amongst his own. Though he deemed her return unlikely, there was at least some comfort in placing her small shogi set on the shelf, putting her clothing next to his in the closet, and setting aside a place on his desk for her brush and ink. At the bottom of her pack, he found another letter, this one from the ninja Sasuke, though it simply named two places, Honno-jo and Togakushi, each followed by a series of dates. He suspected that this might be an item more easily decoded by Mai, so he set it aside.

Then, he returned to his report, making plans for his next journey, whether it be to Chugoku to root out Kennyo, or to Tsuruga to help bring about Yoshiaki’s “unfortunate accident.” Wherever his lord needed him to go.

He had work to do. Work that no one else could accomplish.

That no one else should be asked to accomplish.

It was to be Tsuruga, it seemed. A secret trip, so secret that Nobunaga would not even be aware of it until after Mitsuhide had left.

Instead of outright telling Mitsuhide to go to Chugoku, Nobunaga had surprisingly assigned that task to Keiji, who… Mitsuhide supposed was capable enough to avoid getting kidnapped by Motonari, but didn’t quite seem terribly skilled in… as Katsu would describe it, ‘the art of being invisible in plain sight.’ Nor had his lord believed that sending Mitsuhide to Tsuruga was necessary. “To make any move upon Yoshiaki while the man is not actively rebelling would be considered an insult to Emperor Ōgimachi. In your own words, the shogun is not keeping his activities in Tsuruga a secret. A few spies placed in the city will be sufficient for the winter months. We will lay a trap for him in spring, should he attempt another attack.”

With the rest of Nobunaga’s council as witness, Mitsuhide could do nothing but publically agree to Nobunaga’s plan. In private… well, Nobunaga hadn’t specifically said that Mitsuhide couldn’t be one of those spies.

And so, it was under the cover of darkness that Mitsuhide stepped out of the entry of his manor.

Whoosh.

Clang.

The telltale sound of a sword whistling through the air gave him enough warning to meet that sword with his own, easily diverting the strike… although his attacker hadn’t been aiming to kill. “My dear Hideyoshi, if you wished to pay me a visit, you had only to knock upon the door.”

Hideyoshi gestured to the door in question with his weapon. “After you.”

“As you can see my friend, I am on my way out. Perhaps tomorrow.” Or in a few weeks, when I have returned. When Hideyoshi lifted his sword again, Mitsuhide sighed. “I’d prefer not to take arms against you.” He could, if he put his mind to it, best Hideyoshi in battle, but that would defeat the purpose of leaving Azuchi undetected. More than likely they’d just send Masamune after him. Another who could not master the art of invisibility.

“I insist.” Hideyoshi normal manner of speaking was one of gentle bossiness, however in certain instances, he could become as immobile as a statue. This, clearly, was one of those instances.

Stubborn ass.

Bowing to the inevitable, Mitsuhide went back inside, into his office, with Hideyoshi close at his heels, so close that if he stopped suddenly, he was certain that the man would slam into him. “Do you not trust me? I am wounded to the core.”

“Of course I don’t trust you. Not in this at least.” Hideyoshi waited until Mitsuhide was seated before settling down between the desk and the door. “I would trust you with my life. I would not trust you with your own.”

“Perhaps I was simply on my way out for a late night stroll.” He brought out a bottle of sake, and two cups. He would not need to fight his way out… he could simply drink his way out, as Hideyoshi had a lower tolerance for alcohol.

“You were not. You plan to set yourself up as a traitor, offer aid to Yoshiaki, while the rest of us wonder how much is an act.” Hideyoshi took the offered sake cup, but set it in front of him untouched. “Much as you did this summer, when you pretended to support Kennyo. Such an act won’t work a second time.”

“On the contrary, most still believe I am a traitor, and those who don’t would not expect me to repeat myself.” He drank his own portion of sake, hoping that Hideyoshi would join automatically out of politeness. When Hideyoshi simply continued to look at him, Mitsuhide poured himself another. It seemed he would not be leaving tonight after all. “You and Mai are exceptions, not the rule.”

For the first time in months, speaking Mai’s name did not cause that internal twist of pain. Apparently what was needed to get past that was to inflect a far deeper wound upon himself.

“You are not required to take on the burdens of all of the unsavory tasks.” If Hideyoshi settled back on his heels, looking as if he intended to spend the night if necessary. This was confirmed when the man gestured to Katsu’s shogi set. “Up for a game?”

“I didn’t realize you played. No… not that one.” Mitsuhide pulled his larger shogi table out from the corner, and withdrew the tiles from the drawer hidden inside.

“I know how to play, but as you are aware, Nobunaga prefers Go. There’s not been any time to play for my own entertainment.” Hideyoshi began setting up the tiles in the wrong order, immediately disproving the ‘know how to play,’ claim. “What is wrong with the other set?”

“Nothing is wrong. It simply does not belong to me.” He considered resetting the tiles in the correct order – or at the very least, flipping the ones that were wrong side up over - before deciding that it might be an interesting experiment to start from this unusual pattern. He therefore set out his own pieces mirroring Hideyoshi’s.

“How did it come to be in your possession?” Again ignoring the conventions of the game, Hideyoshi moved his tile first.

“Katsu… er, Kaya, was not able to take it with her when …” Mitsuhide paused, then figured that Katusko’s origins would not be a surprise to Hideyoshi. “… when she returned to her own time.”

“Did you simply let her go, or did you drive her away?” Hideyoshi moved his rook in a direction that the piece was not legally able to make.

“Are you certain you know the rules of this game?” When Hideyoshi simply answered the question with an ashamed smile, Mitsuhide gave up and began building a fortress with his tiles. “In this particular case, her return was somewhat of an accident of fate.” Or something involved with Iekane’s strange device.

Hideyoshi reached out a finger and knocked over Mitsuhide’s fort. “Was it? And the circumstances that led to this accident? Also fate? Granted, my information is third hand, as I am only aware of what Kyubei told Mai.”

“Kyubei is too loyal to gossip.” He thought a moment. “Mai charmed the information out of him.”

“While I’m certain she could do just that, in this case, your vassal is worried about you. You have jumped from one dangerous escapade to another without stopping to rest.” Hideyoshi nodded at the pack that Mitsuhide had brought back inside. “That seems rather a large bag if you were simply going for a midnight stroll.”

“Oh my, you do have a rather liberal definition of escapades. I prefer the word missions, and they are vital to the health of Nobunaga’s cause.” Although as honest as Hideyoshi was, maybe he would never understand the necessity of having one person willing to crawl through the muck for the good of the whole.

“Must it be you? Must it be now?” The question was posed philosophically. There was no anger in Hideyoshi’s tone. He began picking up the tiles and rearranging them again, this time in the correct formation on the board.

“It absolutely cannot be you. Not only it is essential that there be one person on the Devil King’s side with an unblemished reputation… you could not do that to Mai.” Hadn’t the entire experience with Motonari convinced Hideyoshi of that?

“Ah.”

“’Ah?’” Mitsuhide put his hands in his lap in an attitude of peaceful silence. After a long moment, he said, “You must be aware that I am well versed in the art of interrogation. Dropping a one syllable ah and waiting only works if you target feels he has something he must say. Therefore. Ah?”

“You believed, perhaps still believe, that you are in love with Mai.” Hideyoshi professionally tossed five pawns in the air, and counted the results. “I win first move.”

“Setting aside the issue of the truth of that statement, you can’t possibly think I would attempt to take her from you. I’ve known from the start that you and Mai are two halves of one.” He watched as Hideyoshi play an advanced opening. Apparently during the first ‘game’ Hideyoshi had been teasing him. Interesting. He hadn’t thought the man had it in him.

“Yes, we are.” Hideyoshi smiled. “I suspect, however, that you also believe that we,” he gestured to himself then to Mitsuhide, “are also two halves of one. I am the light half and you are the dark half.”

“Interesting theory.” Mitsuhide studied the game board, and realized that he would have to work to win this match.

“There’s more.”

“Oh do enlighten me.”

“I suspect that you were less in love with Mai, than with the idea of sacrificing a chance of happiness, as penance for the things you believe you must do.” Without even a shred of reluctance, Hideyoshi advanced the knight. Demon killer opening.

It was also, one of Mitsuhide’s favorite openings. He knew how to counteract it. He moved a pawn to protect the bishop.

Hideyoshi wasn’t finished with lecture. “Do you think that because I’m the right hand and you’re the left, that if I am happy, you must be miserable? You are permitted happiness, my friend… you only need to reach for it.”

“My happiness, as it were, is about four hundred and fifty years in the future. That is a bit of a reach.” Instead, he reached for his sake cup, and finding it empty, refilled it. “Even if there weren’t some rather pressing issues to take care of here. Kennyo. Motonari. Yoshiaki. Not to mention Kenshin and Shingen.” Although from what Yoshimoto had said, it appeared that Shingen had also travelled to the future. He and Katsuko might even be in the same place.

And… that was something he didn’t want to contemplate.

“Mitsunari has analyzed the situation and does not believe any of them will make a move until Spring. That gives us five months to plan. That also gives you some time to determine how to make amends to your Kaya. Time that will be available to you if you give up on these suicide missions.” Hideyoshi’s silver general ruthlessly tore a hole in Mitsuhide’s line of pawns.

“She is … not mine.” Even discounting the rest of Hideyoshi’s words, discounting the issue of time travel, or the necessity of the missions at hand, even if he could believe that the Gods would permit one such as himself to have a love… “My life is dangerous, and she would never be safe.”

“No one is safe anywhere, and would you not rather keep her at your side, than wonder what sort of danger she has gotten herself is into alone?” Perhaps thinking he had gotten the final word, Hideyoshi was silent for a while, as they moved from the opening of the game, until… “Check.”

Mitsuhide blinked as he searched the board for options. How had this happened? He never lost.

“I cheated when your back was turned to get more sake,” Hideyoshi said, unprompted. “No one is purely good or purely evil.”

Message received.

Be honest. Can you live without her?

No. He could not.

For that matter, he supposed he was curious to see if Hideyoshi could handle it if Katsuko went full on chaos goblin in Azuchi. It would serve him right if she did.

Mitsuhide picked up the piece of paper with the mysterious numbers and dates. “I suppose I should ask Mai what she knows about time travel.”

“Oh Good!” Without warning, Mai suddenly bounded into the room. At Mitsuhide’s raised eyebrow, she added, “Kyubei let me in after you guys. I was the back-up plan if Hideyoshi couldn’t change your mind.”

She plopped down in Hideyoshi’s lap. “Now… let me tell you about a modern concept we call the Grand Romantic Gesture. It’s got to be big, not just flowers, but something meaningful. Oh, and when you get settled we need to go on a double date…”

Hideyoshi met Mitsuhide’s gaze. “I believe I will have another drink now.”

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Yayyy, could I request a simple, soft fluffy fic of Aki just being a big ol softy/simp for reader? I understand if this isn't your tea, but whether you do or not, thank you for all this content!

softcore. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

my first suggestion ^^ tysm for requesting! hope you like it!

It's no secret that Aki is a little bit obsessed with you. Every morning, he brushes his teeth hip to hip beside you, makes you whatever you want for breakfast, and kisses you deeply before he leaves for work. When his lips finally pull away from yours, his gaze is half-lidded and soft, and he can't help himself from kissing you again and again. Just one more won't hurt. Okay, one more after this one. The only reason he stops is because he's already running two minutes late.

He runs ahead to hold the door open for you everywhere you go, he stares at you adoringly to a degree noticeable by anyone, and he holds your hand tight so you don't lose him in a crowd. His hands manage to find yours anywhere they can, really. Under the table when you both go out to eat, or intertwined with yours as you both drift off to sleep. And Aki knows all of your preferences, down to the very last detail; he'd never forget.

You like your coffee with whipped cream and exactly one and a half pumps of caramel.

I made something new for dinner tonight, but I took out the onions on half 'cause I know you don't like them.

He doesn't smoke whenever you're around. If you're tired, he'll offer to carry you. If you're cold, he'll give you his jacket, and if you're hot, he'll take out his hair tie and tie up your hair with it. He gives you his seat on the train, he buys you anything you say you need or even mention, and… Okay, scratch that, maybe Aki is a lot obsessed with you. But how could he not be? You mean everything to him, more than what the stars mean to the sky, or what the waves mean to the ocean. Aki absolutely adores you.

He's memorized your phone number, too. He doesn't have to think about it anymore when he spins the rotary to dial it. His finger nervously twirls around the phone cord as he waits for you to pick up, and when you answer with a, "Hello?" Aki immediately feels all his stress melt away to the sound of your voice.

Hey… I can't sleep. I miss you. Can I come over?

Of course, the answer is yes. So, in a moment of pure tranquility and tenderness and just the two of you, here Aki is. He lays with his head in your lap, staring up at you, dark hair fanned out over your legs and messy as you play with it because he loves the way you run your fingers through. And although Aki tries (and usually fails) to be subtle with you in public, when it's just the two of you, it's a completely different story.

"You're so pretty like this, you know that? I love your eyes. They're such a beautiful color," He says, his hand reaching up, knuckles gently brushing across your cheek. There's a slight smile on his face, framed by pink blush. "You're always so pretty, God. I can't believe you're mine."

You giggle, your hand tracing to his jaw, then up to push his hair behind his ears. The television is on, flashing idly as it plays the kind of shitty programs that only come on late at night, when everyone is supposed to be sleeping. It's dull background noise. Neither of you are paying attention to it anymore. Your focus is fully on each other.

"I missed you all day. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Aki continues. His voice is quiet and smooth, deep tone resonating and familiar. Compared to how he talks with others, he always seems to speak to you much kinder, much more delicately, as if he's speaking from his heart, yet is careful with his words.

"I missed you too."

Your hand finds his ear and you fiddle with his piercing. His palm glides up over your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and when he notices, he asks you, "Do you like them?"

You roll the earring between your fingers. "Your earrings? They're handsome. These ones are new, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Do you want them?"

"Huh?"

You're hardly given any time to process what he said before Aki is sitting up, getting comfy beside you on the couch while he reaches to take off his earrings. "We can trade," He says with a nod, "Here, hold still. Let me take yours off."

Aki leans in, warm hands brushing against your face as he carefully removes your earrings while holding his own in his palm. It's funny, even though you and Aki are practically inseparable, there's still something so intimate about how close he is right now, and how he's extra careful to take your earrings off and hold them so he doesn't lose them, while replacing them with his own.

You can smell the lingering scent of his cigarettes and cologne, hear his deep and relaxed breathing. When Aki leans back to put your earrings on himself, he admires his work with a grin. He was secretly hoping you'd bring it up so he could give this pair to you.

"Yeah, those look great on you." Aki affirms, and you laugh when he finishes putting your earrings in.

"Aki, I wear those earrings all the time. Your co-workers are gonna know they're mine if you wear them tomorrow."

"So? What if I want them to know?"

You can't argue with that, and anything you were hoping to respond with dies out when Aki holds your chin between his thumb and index finger. There's a short pause, more of the television humming, and Aki takes a shaky breath in before he asks, "Can I kiss you?"

He doesn't have to ask, really, he doesn't. But he always does. Teasing him a little, you reply, "Didn't we kiss for hours earlier?"

It's true, when he first got here, your lips were on his for what must have been hours as you kissed to make up for lost time. Lazy and slow, murmuring I love you and I missed you in between each one, his mouth immediately finding your cheeks and your neck when you need a moment to catch your breath. And even still, you didn't have enough of him, and he certainly didn't have enough of you.

"Just one more won't hurt, right?"

#aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x you #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #aki x reader

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one-winged-dreams · 5 months

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He Plays Genshin I Guess

Ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingraeux)

Source: original content

Word count: 557

Noooo I'm already writing fics about him /)A(\

This was something I talked about with Owen when I was medicated with sleep aid.

Tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships

With the same sort of relieved weariness that accompanied the way Akingraeux removed his headset, he leaned all the way back in his desk chair, blowing air between his lips as he continued to dexterously spin his pen between his fingers.

With no particular irony intended… Goddamn.

Utilizing the lanky length of his legs, he kicked back, rolling away from his desk that his new mortal companion had been gracious enough to make space for in his own office, before hauling himself upwards.

He gave a quick stretch, satisfied with the way this tangible form strained its muscles and tendons. It was always so novel after being in his natural state for a while. With that, he made his way out of the office, finding the aforementioned mortal standing in the kitchen. He stared for a moment, a fond smile on his face as he watched him idly sipping some… coldbrew?

“A bit late for that, huh?” He commented, silently coming up behind him and placing his hands on Adri's shoulders.

Adri jumped with a yelp - of course he did, Aki was often without presence among mortal perception. When it suited him.

“GOD, HOLY SHIT. I almost had coffee out my nose,” the mortal wheezed, his shoulders slacking under his touch.

“Well I'm SORRY, maybe you shouldn't be drinking coffee at 5 pm, then,” Aki retorted, resting his chin on Adri's head.

He could feel the density of Adri's embarrassment, the tension under his grip that encapsulated the ever-increasing feelings that weren't quite high enough yet for them to go too far. But Aki was patient, he knew that those feelings would apex eventually.

“Shit, is it five already? Does that mean you're off the clock?” Adri fiddled with the tumbler in his hands, trying not to look TOO shy.

“Yeeeep. A real shame, too, I was having so much fun,” Aki replied in no particular tone, his expression weary, but out of Adri's line of sight.

Adri lifted his head a bit as if trying to catch said expression. Aki removed his chin from atop his head to accommodate.

“So do you like IT? You're really… tech-savvy for a god.”

Aki looked down to catch his gaze, his hands remaining on the mortal's shoulders as he shrugged.

“Eh. I mean, yeah, I guess. The people suck, but I guess it's something I enjoy,” he replied in no particular tone.

Adri regarded him for a moment.

“So what ELSE do you like?”

Expression only slightly exaggerated in its thoughtfulness, Aki considered the question for a second.

“I enjoy the little things. I do like IT. I like video games,” he blinked down at Adri. “And I like you.”

The way Adri's face turned bright red was expected, as was the way he reached up to bury his face in his sleeves.

“YOU CAN'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!”

Aki grinned now, progressing to wrapping his arms around Adri's shoulders and shaking him from side to side in his embrace.

“You're so easy,” he commented, giving him a squeeze before releasing him. “I'm gonna go play Genshin, you gonna come have your caffeine anxiety attack in my lap until you fall asleep?”

There was a characteristic whimper, Adri not yet turning around as he nodded regardless.

“Okay…”

“Atta boy, your hydroxyzine is on the coffee table. Let's do this.”

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #the reveries of my mind

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threadbaresweater · 1 year

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Aki’s Kisses

Just a simple headcanon about how Aki likes best to kiss you. He's on my mind all the time.

A/n: Hello again. I needed to disappear for a few days, and I'm sorry if anyone worried about me. I'm looking forward to a much healthier relationship with my social media. Thanks for reading and for being here. I appreciate you.

Casual Kisses: Aki likes to step up beside you, almost behind, and kiss your temple, or the hairline closest to your neck. They're short, tender kisses that last only a second. He might rest a hand at your hip or on the shoulder opposite of the side he kisses and close his eyes so he can really drink in the smell of your perfume or the scent of your soap. He rests his head on your shoulder sometimes and you can't help but lean back into him and smile.

"Whatcha doing?" he'll ask. Maybe you're mixing a sauce or chopping an onion for dinner. And the answer is obvious, but he just wants to hear your voice.

Possessive/Jealous Kisses: Though I don't think Aki is a super jealous guy, I do think he'll make sure that others know that you're his. These kisses look a lot like the casual kind, but his eyes will be averted, probably focused on whoever he thinks is vying for your attention. A kiss on the temple, a kiss on the shoulder from behind, or if he's really feeling the need, he'll duck his head and kiss the side of your neck, all the while making sure whoever has you in their sights is watching.

Morning Kisses: Waking up next to you is one of Aki’s favorite parts of the day. He craves a simple, quiet way of life outside of his working hours, and when he wakes to find you curled around him, snoring softly against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, he smiles. He'll smooth his hand over your hair and shift a little so that he's able to kiss your forehead, tracing a gentle fingertip across your jaw, down your nose, around your lips until you stir awake and look up at him. You might look a little grumpy and disoriented at first, but once you're awake and aware, your smile brightens and he thinks you're just as radiant as the sun that begins to stream in through the curtains. You prop yourself on an elbow and kiss his chin, and he kisses each one of your sleepy eyelids before you tuck yourself back alongside him, mumbling that you just need "five more minutes".

Kisses With A Purpose: There's a world of emotion in Aki’s kisses when he wants to be intimate with you. I think he's tentative at first–lips that barely ghost upon yours, shared breath and a buzzing intensity between you that makes your head spin and your heart skip a beat. He's handsy, too; he likes to cup your face with both hands, fingers sliding behind your ears to tilt your face toward his, to pull you closer and gently guide your head so that he's kissing you at the perfect angle. He's conservative with his tongue, using it to lap just inside your mouth, behind your teeth, until he slips it over your own and moans ever so softly. He likes when you push your fingers through his hair and hold him close just the same. He could kiss you that way for hours: delicate, slow, almost teasing with how he likes to best savor you until you're floating in the clouds, drunk on the taste and feel of him.

#csm headcanons #aki hayakawa #aki x you #chainsaw man fanfic

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mncxbe · 1 month

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#Drafts

𝑨𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: reader feeds on Aki's blood, dry humping, sub Aki// just a little something I wrote cuz the idea of csm men x devil!reader is so yummy

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

The wooden floor creaked lightly as you tip-toed closer to Aki's bed, alerting him to your presence. "You came again" sighed Aki, looking over his shoulder to find you scooched down on the empty space left on the mattress. His eyes momentarily slid to the clock on the nightstand– 02:14. You really weren't wasting any time.

"Don't act surprised. It's pay day after all" you retorted in that sickly sweet voice of yours, causing the man to roll his eyes in annoyance. "I meant that I'm surprised you caught me at such a convenient time."

It was true, you always seemed to pick the most inopportune moments to feed on him– when he was at the bar with his colleagues or during missions, forcing him to abandon whatever he was doing and find a secluded alley or an empty bathroom stall so you could do your thing in peace. But that was part of your contract and there was nothing Aki could do about it: on the first day of the month you could feed on his blood whenever and wherever you pleased. Considering how powerful your abilities were, at first Aki thought it'd be a small price to pay for the contract, but now he was starting to regret this deal.

He was used to being around devils and fiends, but none of them have ever gotten this close and it was making him feel uncomfortable, strange and most of all– ashamed. Ashamed of how impatient he grows towards the end of each month, ashamed of how excited he is to see you every time, to feel your warm mouth on his skin, ashamed of just how much he enjoys the rush of having you feed on him and how utterly helpless he feels in those moments– like a fly in a spider's trap. He's always sworn he hated devils, so why were you so different? Why did you, a creature of sin and violence, occupy his mind like this– consuming his thoughts every day and night. Was he really that weak? Was he no different from the devils he hunted down, who couldn't control their own bodies and minds? Was it going to get better, would he get used to you or was he doomed to lived in conflict for the rest of his life, in a neverending loop of shame and guilt?

As if reading his thoughts you inched closer to him, your lips curling into a wicked smile. "What's the matter, Aki? Something bothering you?"

"N-no just... Power and Denji are in the next room. Can we just get this over with?" he sighed, hooking a finger under the collar of his t-shirt and tugging it lower, making some space for you.

The room seemed to shrink as you moved closer to him, shifting your legs on each side of his hips. Like a cat taunting its prey you ghosted your lips over the sensitive skin on his neck, making him shudder. "I don't like to be rushed, Aki. You should know by now that I like to enjoy my meals." you spoke in that velvety voice of yours and Aki's eyes fluttered shut. He was unconsciously gripping the sheets below him, his knuckles turning white from the strain– it was the waiting that sucked all the energy out of him, the knowing that soon enough your sharp canines would graze his skin, drawing blood and you'd press your palm on his chest to keep him from squirming.

Slowly but surely, your mouth moved to the nape of his neck and you bit down on his flesh, causing Aki to gasp. His back slightly arched off the mattress and you pressed yourself flush against his chest, keeping him grounded onto bed as you sucked on the little cuts. You swiped your tongue along the ridges of the wound, heat spreading through Aki's body and his toes curled, his chest heaving. The steady loss of blood combined with pent up frustrations and your closeness was enough to make his head spin and strangely enough, he felt so much more present. He was aware of your plush lips and warm tongue on his skin, of the weight of your body on his and the cushy mattress below, dipping down under the two of you. Aki felt like he was sinking. When you bit him again, only a few inches away from the initial wound his whole body jerked up, his thigh jamming between your legs, ripping a moan from you. "Sorry..." he sighed, gripping onto your hips to steady himself but you only bit down harsher. "Ah fuck–"

His head was spinning, mouth watering at the sensation. His dick was growing stiff in the confinement of his slacks and, as if sensing his need, you changed positions, resting your thigh between his legs. Despite his better judgement, Aki thrusted his hips, grinding his clothed erection on your thigh as he panted slowly.

"Enjoying yourself?" you taunted, removing your mouth from his wound and placing a few chaste kisses along his nape. Aki only nodded, his brows furrowing, mouth falling into a small o as he grabbed the back of your thigh, keeping you steady while he slowly rocked his hips. "Y-yea. Feels nice keep going"– his voice laced with urgency and you ran your tongue along his fresh wounds again. Aki felt his self restraint slipping away with each moment that passed– his body reacting to yours on its own. God, he was hopeless, weak and needy, so desperate for something more. Would you give him more if he asked? Would you indulge him, let him use your hand or maybe your mouth to please himself? Or maybe you'd do it yourself... Still, he couldn't and shouldn't, not even once because he knew he wouldn't be able to stop if he actually got what he wanted. So this would have to do.

Aki was too lost in his own thoughts to notice that you'd stopped biting him and returned to leaving wet, open mouth kisses on his neck. Yea... he knew you were enjoying seeing him like this– he could feel you smiling and giggling against his skin, impatiently shifting your hips as you tried to provide him with more friction. Tell me what you want me to do. What could he even say to that? No, he wouldn't allow himself to stoop so low as to let a devil touch him like that, no matter how much he wanted it. "Just keep doing that" he babbled out, bucking his hips into your thigh as he threw his head back in pleasure. If Denji or Power were to walk in the room they'd probably be mortified– the whole display was sinful, straight out of a romantic's painting– your mouth latched onto his throat, your back curved into a perfect arch, your bodies pressed together among blood-splattered sheets. And yet, he loved every second of it.

His breath grew shallow as he felt the coil in his abdomen tighten, ready to snap and he shuddered, his lips lightly parting. The moment your lips fell on his he came undone, riding out his high as he came in his pants. He gave into the kiss, allowing you to dip your tongue into his mouth. The sharp taste of iron filled his mouth– his blood, he was tasting his own blood from your mouth but couldn't care less. He only parted away from you when he grew breathless and his whole body melted into the mattress. The reality of the events that just took place sunk heavy in his mind– he just came in his pants while you fed on him. The familiar guilt settled into his being and he sighed heavily, trying to ignore the wet spot on his crotch. "You're done, right?" he asked in his usual stern voice. At least he had the ability to mask his nervousness.

"I think I should be asking you that" you chuckled, looking down at his body and he scoffed. You knew he was getting irritated by your presence and decided to call it a night– Aki wasn't like other men, he wasn't going to just give in. You knew you had to take it step by step, to ease him into becoming fully yours– mind, body and soul. But you'd get there in time. Pressing a quick kiss to his cuts you finally rolled off of him. "You should get that patched up. Wouldn't want you to bleed out so soon." Aki dismissed you with a quick nod, not even bothering to look at you as you disappeared into the shadows, leaving him alone in his bedroom. Despite his composed demeanor Aki's mind was still racing. He remained motionless, staring at the floor and counting the tiny cracks in the linoleum, counting the days until he'd see you again. He knew this was just the beginning, knew that with each meeting he'd need more and you'd give him more. You'd feed him little crumbs until he had the whole buffet and nothing would be enough to satisfy him– and worst thing is he was going to let you do that and enjoy every second of it.

#‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚#chainsaw man smut #csm #csm x reader #csm aki #chainsaw man aki #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man

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